Recently, I read the most awful article about Onesies. Not only was it terribly written, the basis of the entire article was flawed with the reality that they were never created to be worn in public. Though I do not own one and am not writing this while wearing one as an experiment, it does not mean I don't have quite an opinion.
The older members of my family have often told me how they used to joke about the need for someone to design babygros for adults in reference to pictures of me as a toddler zipped into my fleece "onesie". You may guess how shocked they were when the day actually came. I think they were made on a whim but then what was supposed to be light humour has escalated into a nation of people who own several and never take them off.
I cannot stress enough how wrong they are on so many levels. Not only do they look like the attire of a institutionalised person, but clearly they were not meant to substitute clothing on a day to day basis. Primark actually has a family section of the offending articles, Dad should never be wearing the same clothing item as his 5 year old daughter. You can also imagine what your average 15 year old boys' Onesie might smell like after three days of wear. Maybe I'm coming across a little harsh, after all they're supposed to be worn in the comfort of your own home, I just can't help but wonder what on earth would posses you to do so, unless you live in a caravan with no source of heat.
Apparently girls are supposed to find it attractive when members of boy bands wear them to be cute, while I can assure you, we don't. Cheryl Cole may have been spotted in one, but hers probably cost more than your average onesie-wearers rent. There is no such thing as a classy Onesie. Expensive? Yes. Acceptable? No. Classy? Never.
Sunday, 4 November 2012
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