Anyone who knows me knows that I'm a huge proponent of zip up hoodies. They make up about 80% of my Fall/Winter/Spring clothing choices. From the dark grey hoodie to the dark black hoodie, I have a plethora of choices to compliment my poor choices to combat seasonal coldness. Recently, I have rediscovered my love for the original pull over hoodie. No zippers. No mercy. Just protective layering from the elements. It's been the best 26 dollars I've spent recently. This hoodie functions on just about every level possible. It satiates my desire for the utmost laziness that I'm known for. Just put it over my shirt and I'm out the door! It practically doesn't matter what I wear underneath. I could be wearing a bra or a shirt that says "I Love Anime Girls." No one would know because I never take off my hoodies unless I'm extremely hot. Which is rare. I embrace the heat and soak it up like a sponge and/or desert reptile. But I feel there is a strange stigma with pull over hoodies. With the zip up ones, it seems to create the illusion that I carefully picked it out of my closet to match whatever I'm wearing, even if I wear the same one for many days in a row. With the pull over kind, it seems that people think that I'm some sad sack of shit who just recently gave up on life. Something about pullover hoodies seems to signal to the rest of the world that I am no longer taking care of myself and might also possibly be hiding food within its deep pockets. If I wear the same one every day, people just assume I'm dirty as fuck. And they wouldn't be wrong but how is it different from the zip up hoodie?
No one has an answer for that.
But suffice to say, I don't care. I have worn this hoodie as a pajama hoodie on my days off. A social hoodie when I'm out and about and a centerfold piece of my daily fashion choice. I haven't worn a hoodie like this since I was 16. And that one got stolen by a girl who didn't like me anyway. I don't think I've gone back to the pullover ones since. I believe it might stem from my general awkwardness of having to sometimes take it off in public. I risk having it pull up my shirt and blinding everyone in sight with my obscene paleness and currently unflattering physique. I don't want to see that. No one does. I don't blame them. But at this point in my life, I am embracing this next step in my lazy evolution. Victims be damned if I have to take this thing off in front of them.
They could never understand the convenient love I have for this sweater.
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