You all deserve to be swaddled in fleece and set loose on the early morning walking program at the mall.

There's a reason they're called Inside Pants, and that's because we wear them Inside, in the comfort of our own homes, where no one has the right to judge us. (Though the LDS probably would, if they had any money left over.)

Besides, looking like one has escaped from the Matrix is a perfectly awesome and valid sartorial choice, just not so comfy for the slounging.

posting from ex-boyfriend's ratty old Stussy shirt and sweatpants with the heels worn out (because I wear them over my heels)

I'm sorely tempted by them in the depths of winter, when I'm wearing a long sleeved tshirt, fleece, mismatched sweatpants and two pairs athletic socks with a down throw in navy blue tied around my middle.

Now doesn't the snuggle thing sound sexy???!

Well, someone's in a Bossy McBossyson mood, aren't they?

it's not like David starting posting yesterday. This is not unchartered waters.

Yeah, I've got 2 cats and size D chest and I'm allright in my work clothes and bra. Have even been known to sleep in bra. Not saying it'd work for everyone, just sayin' - the broad generalities - they sweep both ways. Shockingly, that hater Jesse is right with the whole "people are different thing".

I used to have a pair of the world's most comfortable Inside Pants -- blue and white plaid flannel, with my high school logo on the side. Eventually had to throw them out, though -- they were about a foot too long on me, so I usually just let the ends dangle over my feet, but eventually that ripped, and then the rips tore up the rest of the pants. Also, one of the pockets got caught on a doorknob and that ripped up the side.

MOOP!

I have a variety of yoga/jammie/inside pants. Nothing that I would think of as a snuggler.

But you will pry my inside pants out of my cold, dead hands. Which won't work because they are comfy so I could fight better.

I'll do whatever it takes to keep these inside pants.

where no one has the right to judge us.

Judging isn't a right. It's a blood sport like rugby and curling.

(Though the LDS probably would, if they had any money left over.)

Nice try at the spin, though that's perilously close to some Mormon as Fashion Nazi Godwin's Law breech.

Seriously, I'm wearing sweat pants as I type this. Don't get your fleecy panties in a bunch.

I could never sleep in a bra. No matter how well fitted, it is a binder and I can't sleep with anything tight on me.

::selects sturgeon::

I was thinking a nice slimy hagfish: [link]

Does anybody actually have one of those snuggler things? Or is this just a moop moot point?

I used to have this great robe thing (one of those ones that had a hood and a built-in handmuff) that was, like, russet muppetskin with white muppetskin trim and covered me from head to toe and made me look totally like the Ghost of Christmas Present, which is possibly worse than the snuggler thing and yet TOTALLY AWESOME.

I miss it.

I am a firm believer in inside wear. Slouch wear. Shit what is comfortable for flopping back on the couch with your feets up and a remote in hand.

And nothing in between. I admire the extremity of your spectrum.

There are degrees-- various dresses, skirts, cute tops and the like for professional wear and sweats and yoga pants that can be worn outside, but otherwise, yeah, pretty much. Jeans and I have an iffy relationship (I do have One True Pair that fits) and dress slacks are clearly constructed by a devil who has no hips or thighs.

::points at David and laughs::