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May

No Pants Day

Posted by Brittany

No Pants DayThe first Friday in May has been observed as No Pants Day for over twenty years. The silly celebration gives subversives everywhere the chance to “leave their pants behind.” No matter your walk in life — business executive, student, or stay-at-home mom — No Pants Day puts an entirely new spin on “casual Friday,” and has inspired other pranks and events like “No pants on the Subway” Day (which took place earlier this winter). And for our British readers out there, let’s just clarify something real quick: in the U.S. pants refer to our jeans/slacks/trousers/etc. We know you guys use “pants” to refer to your underwear, but let us assure you that No Pants Day is not a holiday created to promote public nudity. We’re not total perverts! Not yet, anyway.

When I was growing up I hated wearing dresses and skirts. I was a definite tom-boy and pants were a requirement as I was dressing each morning. Luckily, I am a product of the very late 1970s, and the “skort” was a wardrobe staple of my childhood. I loved the compromise skirt with it’s built-in shorts, but now that I’m an adult I see just how ridiculous it really was, and there’s nothing that scares me more than the fact that 80s fashions seem to be making a comeback. By the time I made it to my teen years there was a new “shorts” fad — girls had started buying mens’ boxer shorts and wearing them, either as underwear, or over their bikini briefs for gym shorts, lounge clothes, or pajamas. (I have to admit that I’ll still occasionally steal a pair of Chris’s boxers from his underwear drawer if I feel like wearing shorts to bed.) But at least neither of these fads involved the removal of clothing. I grew up in a modest family, and we never used the bathroom without locking the door, or walked around the house in our skivvies. When I left for college it took me a while to get used to the idea that I would be sharing my room with someone (hi Val!) and she might actually see me in my underwear. Even today, I only shed my pants on rare occasions, venturing down to the main floor of the house in my underwear at most a few times a year.

Chris and I are lucky enough to work in an office with a casual dress code, but even it has its limits. In the interest of job security, we saved our celebration for after-work hours (though I did wear a dress to work for the first time in 2011!). On our way home, as we were pulling out of the parking lot, Chris shed his jeans and drove home in his boxers.

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