Cult of Diffusion

I have a story to tell you. Remember the movie “The Cutting Edge?” How the spoiled girl from Greenwich grew to love the rough and tumble hockey player. This story is like that. It is the story of harem pants.

Before I left on this trip, my sister Caroline kindly gave me some clothes from India, including a pair of enormous pants. I made jokes about how I looked silly, but thought they were vrey comfy. I even joked with nora about them on the plane, that I was going to travel in huge pants!

And then we arrived in Barcelona and there were harem pants.

Many many harem pants.

At first we pointed them out to each other and giggled. And then I started counting them. Then I lost count. Although they were not as popular in Cordova, it seemed like every other woman under fourty was wearing them. And quite a few over fourty.

We called them ridiculous. We called them ugly. We said we would cry when all the hipsters in the l.e.s. were wearing them. I compared them to my personal bugabear “leggings as pants.”

Then we conceded that if you were very skinny, they might look ok. Perhaps they were comfy. Perhaps you need a lot of room in the seat of your pants. They were everywhere, but we scoffed.

Until today. When nora and i both bought a pair.

Like that snobby ice skater, I just needed to have my heart melted by harem pants. They are indeed redic, but very comfy. Every hipster will be wearing them soon. So will your mom.

Be warned