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Lori E. Switaj

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 Pajama party


    
Years ago, when my daughter was maybe 7, there came a night when I was terribly bored. Terribly. The rest of the house was sleeping when sometime around midnight I crept into her room and watched her all snuggled under her
blankets, sleeping so peacefully.
     So I woke her, telling her it was time to get up and go to school. I helped her change from her pajamas into her little school uniform, brushed her hair, and then took her downstairs for some breakfast.
 Halfway through her bowl
of cereal I asked if she was tired and when she responded "yes" (the only word she had muttered that 'morning'), I told her she could go back to bed; it was really only midnight.
She put her spoon down mid-bowl, went back upstairs (still saying nothing-she was really tired, go figure), changed back into her pajamas and returned to bed, remembering nothing of the incident the next day.
       In the annals of practical jokes, that has to rank way up there in the list of top three sucky ones.
       Flash forward seven years: The Girl, now in high school, comes down for breakfast in her flannel pajama bottoms, eats breakfast, gets her backpack and heads out the door for school, still in her pajamas. Maybe she was still tired from the stunt seven years before and forgot to finish dressing, but I called her back so she can change.
      "I'm wearing my pajamas to school," she says. "Everybody does."
       Now I didn't come down with yesterday's rain, I came down a few storms earlier, and there's no way I'm believing any normal teenager would be seen in public wearing his or her pajamas. But as most parents know, there are no normal teenagers.
       Pajamas In Public are in...the teenagers say so.
       If you don't believe me, go to the mall. Or to the grocery store.
       Or just import a couple of teens and wait until their friends show up at your house-in their pajama bottoms. And unless these kids' parents are hog-tied in a closet somewhere, I'm guessing they are aware of how their teens are dressed when they leave the house.
       The trend is huge. Across the United States, teens and pre-teens everywhere have made flannel pajamas bottoms, either in plaid or cute print, their choice of go-out wear. I've seen kids in restaurants, at sporting events and just strolling down the street in their nightwear. The baggier, the better, as long as it's topped with a sweatshirt.
       I'm split on the concept. The look could be neater, but it's a huge improvement over the still-continuing trend of wearing jeans three times too big and sagging halfway down the butt. I thought the pajama trend would be more of a
girl-thing, but scores of boys everywhere are donning their plaids (preferably blue or gray) with pride.
       I asked a couple of my kids' friends about the look. "It's comfortable," they say, marking a first time in history comfort has played a role in fashion.
        The response actually makes sense. Wear comfortable clothing. The trend has been popular in China for the past decade, where pajamas are mainstream not just among that country's youth, but the entire adult class as well. It's not unusual for nightwear in China to be the choice of clothing to shop-and even go to work in.
        I checked with The Press' employee handbook to see if pajamas were permitted. No jeans, beachwear or sweats are permitted, but not a word about pajamas. High heels, stockings, restricting skirts, ties and other painful
clothing items are preferable, so my guess is that any garment that invites comfort is probably a no-no.
       The concept of pajamas at work is inviting, but I wonder if wearing something too comfortable might, well...put to me to sleep at my desk. (Note to management: I never doze at my desk; I'm merely feigning sleep to keep the editor from talking to me.)
       My guess is like most fads, this too will pass. Eventually someone at the schools will write "no pajamas" into the dress code (who'd a thought?) and we'll be left once again with kids in sloppy sweats and droopy-drawer jeans.

      

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