I don’t know how it was for the rest of you, but I realized that I paid a whopping lot of rent to live in a house which I mostly used to have dinner and sleep in. Yes, I did have the occasional work from home days, before it all got official. But on those days, I used to alternate between sitting at the dining table attending calls on my laptop or lounging on the sofa, reading (don’t tell anyone) 😀
Now, I’ve been utilizing the WHOLE of my house to feel the return on rent investment. I spend time in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in ALL the rooms either cleaning, or playing, ‘chase the corono-virus monster away’ with my 4 year old. But during the week, I spent the majority of my time sitting on my dining table, trying to work. My work-desk view has now changed from claustrophobic green walled cubicles with no windows to claustrophobic white walled room with a view of the rooms and balconies of the building in front.
Yep, I live in a flat in a sort of posh society in India. That gives me close-up access to other people’s homes from my first floor balcony and like wise, zero privacy. We use the curtains a lot.
Now that we have the scene set, on the first week of the lockdown, I announced to my husband, that I will be embarking on my feminist mission during this lockdown and will forego wearing bras. And normal clothes. I will ONLY wear my old t shirts which accentuate my paunch and my pajamas which hide my now hairy legs. My husband just shrugged (which was his way of saying, I couldn’t care less. I’ve seen all of you in all your glory in the last 10 years)..
I thought to myself, the virus has taken away my freedom, but I will turn this situation around and free my boobies!! Enter, my own version of stay at home feminist fashion. It was another way of turning into an ugly duckling, but who cares, not like anyone is going to be visiting me soon, eh?
One morning, I was reveling in my new found bra-freedom, I looked out and was jolted out of my revelry at the sight of a neighbor, standing in his balcony, flaunting his paunch in this vest/ganji and his very tight underpants. My shock quotient started reducing when I was graced by more men, of different size and shapes, of different ages, sporting their vests and lungis/dhotis/boxers/shorts/tight underpants/joggers.
Once the shock quotient died out, I felt proud of my fellow men, practicing their own version of feminist fashion during these lockdown days. Gone are the days when the boys had to feel the heat and suffocate themselves and their paunches or hairy chests with full sleeve shirts and ties. Now, in the new age of not giving a damn, because who’s watching anyway, the men arise, feeling free in their vests. Feeling ‘in-vested’ in fashion after ages! (Pun intended ;D)
So here’s to gender equality and feminist fashion! One good thing that came out of the lockdown! We are finally free! Free to un-dress and free our paunches, our hairy legs and our boobies!! 😀
Now for the real fun part – the discussion!!
Tell me, how many people did I offend? I hope none, this was a post written in humor. I hope that’s ok 😀
Now, tell me, what’s your stay at home fashion these days? 😉