Are you sitting comfortably? Then, you must have signed-up to the Eva Mendes school of chillaxing. This week, the Hollywood actress caused something of a stir when she told the world that wearing comfy clothing meant death for marriage. In an interview with website Extra , Mendes, 41, was asked about her style. So does that mean no loungewear? Eva Mendes says she keeps Ryan Gosling happy because she doesn't wear sweatpants. You can keep him.
EM isn't married so she doesn't have a say. On Instagram she wrote: I was just kidding when I said you're the 1 cause of divorce. Either way it was a bad joke and I feel terrible if you or anyone thought I was serious. Thanks for understanding sweatpants. After all, we all know that Mendes was talking about metaphorical sweatpants right? Mendes had poked at an open sore the sort you probably get if you wear sweatpants all day, every day.
Her throwaway joke had the tracksuit-bottom-wearing Twitter mob lining up, pitchforks in hand. It started with the rise of Juicy Couture. Katy Perry Retail figures are mind-boggling. At one point, sales in John Lewis were growing by 73 per cent a week. Why are we all so emotionally attached to our loungewear? I have pulled during that decade. Nor was I hanging around outside Nandos in Westfield making eyes at nervous blokes who only wanted a bottomless refill of Pepsi, thanks very much.
I have to agree. For goodness sakes, if a man is going to be in it for the long haul the indignities of childbirth, the snot-filled sobbing when something awful happens, the episodes of food poisoning then the very least you need to know is that he can cope with the sight of you wearing some casual trousers.
If he baulks at the real you — the one who lets at least some of it hang out? Ditch him and run away you can do that in sweatpants. Nor any men, for that matter. They should be worn for playing sport and maybe occasionally in your own home. I put this to colleagues. One recalled a particularly distressing incident of a school teacher who squeezed himself into a pair that: Before mass sweatpant-induced divorce hits.
That's right, tweeting in sweatpants. You win again Twitter. Sweatpants should be confined to the realm of social media. Somewhere you can hide, anonymously, behind a very chillaxed avatar indeed.