I Don't Want To Wear Pants
Well, obviously I need to wear pants. Just not pants. By the time Friday comes, I'm tired of putting on the nice pants, and I just want to wear the jeans, but I've got to put on the pants one more stinkin' time. You ever notice that nobody uses the word slacks anymore? My dad in the 1970s wore slacks. By Friday, it feels like I'm wearing slacks, which is probably the appropriate way to convey the problem. By Friday, I'm tired of slacks. I suppose that pants, in general, are fine. And certainly necessary. OK fine. Pants and slacks. Funny words.
posted by Teodoro Callate @ 7:48 AM
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"You ever notice that nobody uses the word slacks anymore?"
I remember once carpooling to a gig somewhere and stopping with my tall, leggy cellist colleague for something at a TacoBell on the way out of town. She went in, I stayed in the car for some reason. As I watched her return to the car, I thought, >why is she talking in such a friendly manner to that really old black man<. The ancient guy was just sitting there and by the expression on her face hadn't pan-handled her.
When she returned to the car laughing I asked what that guy said to her. She imitated his characteristic voice as well as she could and said, "I like it when the ladies be wearin' Slacks!".
i love the word pants. pants. on mst3k there was this episode where all the robots got these great cmas gifts from joel...except crow. s/he got some khakis. and s/he was really bummed, but trying to be gracious and said: "thanks for the pants."
my friend, jeff, and i always said that when we were sort of bummed about something. ... "thanks for the pants."
and there's letterman's production co... worldwide pants.
pants.
ever lightly grab a dog's tongue that's hanging out when they're panting? it's cute.
pants.
I, too, like it when the ladies be wearin' slacks. Ain't nothin' wrong with that.
pants. slacks. pants. slacks.
very funny words. no two ways about it.
Both pants and slacks are decidedly less splendid than trousers.
Now would be a good time for Felicity to offer up a delightfully poetic post about those pant/slack/trouser things we wear - whatever they're called.
Britches?
Believe it or not Felicity is in Chicago this very weekend, repainting several neighborhoods with decided style and substance. I will let Felicity know that Tres Hombres cries for wisdom in this area.
Trousers is what one says outside of the US as "pants" means undies.
britches is old dialect (like saying varmints) for breeches, which were originally those tight to-the-knee things eighteenth century gentlemen wore. the French word is Coulottes.
now if the class will open their activity books to page one we will begin with......
dna, I know you know this, but it should not go unsaid that you are one of the greatest people ever on the planet.
you surely jest.
thanks anyway
no jesting involved.
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