This is one of the few feelings I’m writing that, I’m going to guess, a woman enjoys just a bit more than a man. The reason for that is simple: it’s not nearly as weird or uncommon for a man to comfortably rock a baggy sweatshirt in every day life. Women obviously do it, but the freeing relief of not having to wear tight fitting shit has to be greater for women. It just has to.
Evidence of this is based both in actual observation of society, but in my real-life dealings with the opposite sex. Twice, I’ve had baggy articles of sweat clothing swiped from my apartment by women I was dating. A pair of sweatpants and two sweatshirts, all in the name of love or simply being too cold, were given away without regard. All are no longer in my possession.
Side note: I’d love to live in a world where it wasn’t completely Tom Petty to ask for that shit back. But, alas, that is not the case.
The baggy sweatshirt feeling is simply one of comfort. Comfort in your own skin, comfort of the material, comfort of knowing that you don’t look your best and you don’t give a fuck, comfort in knowing you’re likely doing something very non-stressful at the moment.
For me, I refuse (at least as of this writing…) to get with the whole tight, fitted sweatshirt/pant movement. Joggers, I believe the pant version is called. That’s a serious Captain Nay-hab from me.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: The first time your new sweatpant/shirt comes out of the wash and the inside is starting to pill up and has lost that new feeling. Fuck.
scott spinelli 