Fashion Masochist: Men’s Leggings
In this superherolike garment, my legs are slender and unfamiliar—and just below the belt, I’m a little indecent. I feel like a ballet school reject. Yet on the street I’m generally greeted with indifference. An elderly woman puts her hand on my arm, then shuffles away. (An empathetic gesture? Possibly, but I bet she just lost her balance.)
At work, the leggings aren’t hailed as high fashion. “It looks like you’re going to the gym,” says one coworker, and others agree—once they’ve stopped pointing and howling. Later, I strut through the North End, eating pastries. As I pass a row of men sitting outside Caffè Vittoria, they all glance at my legs (a woman’s?), then my face (no!), then anywhere else as fast as possible.
The Verdict I liked being complimented on my legs, and after some getting used to, the skintight feeling is quite enjoyable. But leggings just aren’t practical—I need pockets (and my own underwear). On the other hand, I think I’m finally ready to make the leap to skinny jeans.
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