At 52 years of age, I’ll admit to being a bit touchy at the notion that I might be remotely interested in acquiring a pair of what my brother and I, for the past 40 years, have referred to as “Dad Pants”.
Dad Pants — or, rather, Dad Trousers — are built for comfort and can be worn while shopping for anything from Mateus rosé to Craftsman tools. Yes, they’re that functional.
Which pretty-much explains, right there, why I couldn’t possibly wear them. Also? Available in “pleated”? I rest my case. Fuck you, Dave Perkins. If you’re even a real person!
Addendum: The above item is available from the current Orvis catalog, which I receive in the mail every couple of months. It’s addressed not to me nor to the people who lived in my apartment before me nor even the person who lived in it before them. Yes, I’ve asked around. This is an ancient evil.
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See, “trousers” just strikes me as an anglicism. It’s “slacks” I have a problem with…
Keep the catalogue and the trousers, I’ll take what’s behind door number one (if that is indeed the humanitarian, wonderful actor, and incredibly sexy, Paul Newman).
We call them “slacks” down here because they ain’t “tights”; at least you dudes aren’t faced with the awkward term “pant” that I have found in the ladies’ section of a number of catalogs that I am too buzzed to list right now… I must say though, if the likes of John Barrowman and Harrison Ford can’t make pleat fronts look good, it is a sign that they must go… Embrace the flat fronts…
Those pants must really put you and B-Bro off if even the sight of Paul Newman winking at you can’t distract you from the sartorial horror a few pages later.
I myself wear pantaloons. So there.
You’re 52?
“It’s addressed not to me nor to the people who lived in my apartment before me nor even the person who lived in it before them. Yes, I’ve asked around. This is an ancient evil.”
THAT is too funny. I get stuff like that. Mostly offers of free tickets to comedy shows — nothing so ~sinister~ as offers of trousers.
I can’t get the picture to load (sniffle).
DEMO
Get a pair of pants like that and the next thing you know, the waistband is hiked up under your armpits and you’re yelling at the neighbors kids to get off the lawn.
I will admit though, as 54 comes barreling along in my direction, the notion of embracing the Scots side of the family and sporting a kilt has a certain vague appeal.
I dont wear Orvis um, trousers, but I do like their shirts.
My dad was the son of small time Brooklyn gangsters, so this look is nothing I would ever associate with him.
All that tweed & plaid looks either ironic or lumberjack-ish or both on me.
I get the Orvis catalog, because I buy from it — for my father-in-law, who is a general contractor and LOVES this kind of thing. Cabela’s is better, but comes less frequently.
Um, I still value comfort in my clothing. But I would never call them trousers.
I call them “slacks”.