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yes, but mostly so I can keep my outside clothes clean so I can rewear them and not have to wash them - don’t need spaghetti sauce on my nice shirts 😄
Jeans have become comfy for me. They felt weird when I first wore them a few months ago, but I have adjusted.
The bad thing about them though, is when you put them on when your place is 40-50ºF. It’s like putting your legs in ice.
I also usually end up wearing my outfit until it’s time for bed because I feel cuter in it than with pajamas.
Changing to comfy pants as soon I step into the house is the largest quality of life improvement I’ve made to my life
Totally! Worst is when you have forgotten something and you have to put human pants back on to go out to the shops.
That’s the great thing about winter in Finland. No need to switch from the comfies, you just throw your winter layer on top.
Man just start wearing sweatpants outside and feel liberated. No one stops you, ever
People wear clothes in their home?
People have homes?
People have clothes?
People?!
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She’ll need to have a chat with pretty much every southeast Asian. Home clothes are a must, especially when your outside clothes have just gone through 35 degrees C, heavy pollution, all the smells between heaven and hell, unknown liquids dripping from corrugated steel roofs. After all that, you just want to feel fresh.
immediately changing into shorts or comparably comfy clothes, the second i get home. I will sometimes postpone errands because i don’t want to put on pants.
the four levels of dress:
- going outside socially
- going outside chores
- being at home office
- being at home
only two of these involve pants
At first I thought your said only one of those needed pants and I was trying to figure out what chores outside the house didn’t require pants and just landed on “skirts are nice” lol
She hates jeans but wears jeans?
I don’t even own a pair of jeans
Sometimes the weather demands jeans.
I’m retired, but I have 4 sets of clothes on “the chair” at all times - going to town clothes, yard work clothes, daytime pajamas (sweat pants and t-shirt) and after shower pajamas.
My wife has banned The Chair.
Otherwise it’s tees and cargo-shorts; but the Outside clothes needs to stay in a closet anyway to reduce the pet-hair-removal effort before I leave the house.
Long ago men had perfected The Chair, but to our shame we have forgotten their hard won wisdom. The instinct remains, but the execution is a pale imitation of our past glory.
It doesn’t have to be this way. Let me introduce you to the pinnacle of functional furniture: The Gentleman’s Valet. And yes, many of them were in fact customized chairs.
My solution to people hating The Chair is a coat hanger. It does the exact same thing as The Chair in a way that appeases people since its only purpose is to hold clothes.
I am living the shelf life. Just rows and rows of shelves. I can see all my stuff. I can throw all my stuff where ever.
The shelf life is the way to be.
As a rule of thumb, if it’s uncomfortable for you, it’s safe to assume that at least 1 million other people find it uncomfortable too. Our personal experience is far from unique in a world full of 7 billion people.
And therefore you should never socialise or try to find community online
Why would you take my comment to mean that nobody should socialize ever? I can think of other questions one could ask about this universal experience that are far more interesting than a show of hands.
Or, you know, never change into jeans in the first place.
I removed jeans from my wardrobe around high school and it has been nice.
It helps that I’m a girl so I have a lot of socially acceptable non-jean options for bottoms.
Nope I’d sleep in jeans sometimes if my wife didn’t hate it
The day’s work done, I’m home at last to rest
Be gone, Excel! Be gone, all office drama!
I free myself from jacket, pants and vest
And slink into my pink pyjama.I don’t wear pyjamas outside of bed, but I do shed my outer layer of outside clothes ASAP when I get home.
If it wasn’t for OSHA, I’d only wear pajamas.
