A few months ago, I bought my first pair of skinny jeans. At the time, I was a little above my ideal weight. It was winter, pizzas got delivered – I got fat. So, even though they fit, I did look slightly ridiculous in them. I forgot about the jeans.
Since then, I've slimmed down and tightened up and rediscovered the pants. In fact, I'm wearing them now. And I have to say: I love these jeans!
I am a child of the Eighties. Throughout that decade, like every cool high school and college kid, I wore skin-tight Levi's 501s. I even had a pair that were black and pin-striped. Yes, there was a slight learning curve with the buttons, but it was so worth it. Because, damn, I looked good! And they were comfortable.
The next two decades were hard on me, jeans-wise. I had two choices: baggy, floppy pants that belted at my thigh or high-waisted, industrial-strength grampa pants. If you weren't a gang-banger wannabe or a refrigerator repairman, there just were not any appropriate jeans choices for the average adult male. So, I wore a lot of Dockers.
Oh, and another thing: I have great thighs! Back in the Eighties, male thighs were everywhere. Jeans were tight. Shorts were really short. Quadriceps had an open forum to express themselves in sports, movies, music and your backyard barbecue. Then it stopped. Now, even male beachwear is baggy and hits below the knee. There has not been a public sighting of a straight male thigh since 1992.
So, as both a wearer and an admirer, I like that skinny jeans hug and define the thigh. And the hips. Even the calves. It's cool to wear again a pair of jeans that actually fit me, that aren't just a belted sack. Unlike my old 501s, they have a zipper. Like them, they're comfortable!
So, you really oughta see me in my skinny jeans – cuz, I look, um, fabulous!
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