Skorts killed my sex appeal
As a busy mom, I thought they would be so convenient. But one little vowel made a huge difference in my self-esteem
Topics: Athleta, Skorts, Real Families, Parenting, Life stories, Fashion, Motherhood, Love and Sex, Life News
Last spring I noticed another mother at the park wearing a lightweight, gray, A-line skirt that hit just above her knee. She had my build — 13-year-old boy from the waist up, prodigiously gifted in the hip department — but she looked happy. At ease. Must be the skirt, I thought, and approached:
“Do you mind me asking where you found that skirt?”
“Oh, it’s not a skirt,” she said. “It’s a skort. There are shorts under here. It doesn’t wrinkle, and it doesn’t stain.”
By jove, the woman had full coverage! That explained her smile. And such an intriguing concept, this wicking fabric. I have two children under the age of 5, so for the foreseeable future, my wardrobe needs resemble those of a typical frat boy. As in, we both want clothes that puke won’t stain.
Full coverage could be had, other mother said, with a visit to the Athleta website. Available in khakina, asphalt, dismal, dumpy, cheerless and sexless, the “Whatever” skort is one of 18 styles of skort sold by Athleta, the sporty sister in the Gap family.
I knew — I knew — that clicking the “add to bag” button would send me down a road from which there might be no return. A road that leads to admiring a woman’s high-and-tight haircut and thinking, “I bet her hair never gets in her face.” A road built for shoes with a thick, chunky heel. Travel many a mile down this road, and I’d find myself in a pedicure chair, my feet in the hands of a woman who would grind and grind at the soles with a heavy-gauge sandpaper before looking up into my eyes and grimly declaring, “You might want to buy one of these tools. They’re only $5, and they would really help you with the caked-on dirt.”
I knew it. And yet … I bought the skort. I bought into Whatever.
Please, understand that five years ago, I would have bought a skirt. One little vowel makes such a difference. Think back to Marilyn Monroe, the white dress and the subway grate. The skirt appeals because it’s dangerous. At any moment, it might fly up.
We take pains so that it doesn’t. We sit just so. We cross our ankles. We hold it down when the wind blows. But we’re aware, just like the fellas, that it wouldn’t take much to flip the sucker up. And, dude, that is hot.
With a skort, we’re acknowledging that skirts sometimes fly up, so, hey, here’s some board shorts to look at, just in case.
The reviews on the Athleta website hold a few clues as to why Whatever might not offer the skirt’s sex appeal:
Continue Reading ClosePaige Parker is a writer, teacher and writing coach based in Eugene, Ore. She blogs at takingfences.wordpress.com. More Paige Parker.




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