{"id":18,"date":"2000-12-12T14:51:48","date_gmt":"2000-12-12T22:51:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=18"},"modified":"2000-12-12T14:51:48","modified_gmt":"2000-12-12T22:51:48","slug":"pants","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2000\/12\/12\/pants\/","title":{"rendered":"Pants"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>there was time to spare, so i decided to try on the velvet pants i saw the week before. &#8220;those are screaming your name,&#8221; jo had told me on our lunch break. &#8220;really?&#8221; i asked, scrutinizing the silvery paisley.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;oh <i>yeah.&#8221;<\/i><br \/>\n&#8220;but where would i wear them?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;to a party. or going out. or just for fun. they&#8217;re <i>so<\/i> you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>i stared at myself in the mirror and tried to see it. i tried to see me&#8211;the life of a party, the hip chick at the bar, the funlovin&#8217; girl jo seemed to see when she held up those pants to my body. but i couldn&#8217;t get over how ridiculous they looked. they were too short and too tight; it was as if somebody painted the paisley on my butt and thighs. actually, they reminded me of a pair of bellbottoms i think i had when i was 5&#8211;pants that my big brothers had worn when <i>they<\/i> were 5.<\/p>\n<p>i handed them back to the girl and started to walk out of the fitting room when i was halted by another guy who worked there.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;so, how&#8217;d those work for you?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;they didn&#8217;t.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;well what are you shopping for?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;i&#8217;m not. i was just looking.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;where would you have worn them to?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;nowhere, really. i just thought i&#8217;d try them on.&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;what was wrong with them?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;they were just&#8230;they were too small&#8230;and they were short&#8230;but it&#8217;s not like it matters because i was just trying them on for fun and&#8211;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>he stopped me and told me to stand back. take off your coat, he said, let me take a look at you. you are such a beautiful woman, and look at you. you&#8217;ve got that sweater tied around your waist and you&#8217;re hiding in those loose fitting clothes. you should show that body off. you&#8217;re so beautiful. come here, i want to show you something.<\/p>\n<p>he made a beeline to the wall of suede, jackets and skirts and pants in soft, smooth silkiness. &#8220;now <i>these,&#8221;<\/i> he hissed, holding up a pair of chocolate brown pants, &#8220;will show off that body of yours. you&#8217;ll look so good they&#8217;ll hate you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;oh, i don&#8217;t think so,&#8221; i said, &#8220;they&#8217;re not really me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;but it&#8217;s not about you. it&#8217;s what the pants can do <i>for<\/i> you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>you will put them on and they will look so good, he said, and because you look so good, you&#8217;ll <i>feel<\/i> good, and when you feel good, you will radiate, and people will notice. people will notice, and they will feel good, too.<\/p>\n<p>so it&#8217;s not what my pants do for me, i thought, it&#8217;s what my pants do for the world. i can make the world a better place by buying $200 pants.<\/p>\n<p>i didn&#8217;t mean to, but i laughed in his face, and then quickly smiled and said no. thank you, but no, and i walked away before he could say anything else.<\/p>\n<p>and then i bought the gray wool skirt i&#8217;d been eyeing. it hangs low on my hips and swings when i walk. the world might not become a better place, but i sure as hell feel good.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>there was time to spare, so i decided to try on the velvet pants i saw the week before. &#8220;those are screaming your name,&#8221; 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