Am I the only person on the planet this happens to?
I wear poly t-shirts from REI on the weekends and every once in a while, I’ll move and I’ll feel a hair being pulled out. Like once every other weekend, or so.
Does this happen to anyone else?
Blue jeans shave the hairs off the back of my calves.
Man, I can just barely remember the last time I wore something [del]constructed[/del] made from polyester, but I definitely remember the stuff grabbing and pulling at hairs. Thank god there’s no polyester underwear anywhere.
I wore polyester trousers to and from work on the subway in DC in July. Once. I do not recall pulled hairs. But I had toxic swamp-ass. We’re talking weaponizable.
Yeah – I’ve made the mistake of buying cute but polyester shirts and they just don’t breathe at all. Ugh.
I never wear polyester, but last time we visited my sister-in-law we were assigned to a bed with 100% polyester sheets on it. I was so gobsmacked I woke my husband up three times to tell him about it.
I’ve had to return comforters because they grab my beard hairs and yank on them. I think I have certain shirts that do that, but since my face doesn’t rub against my shirt all that often (just one in a while), it’s not a big deal. However, when it happens all night, every night, it’s just not something I can live with. I felt stupid taking it back and rubbing them on my face at the store to see which ones did it and which ones didn’t.
I can’t be the only person that’s had that problem. FTR, I have no idea what that comforter was made of, it was a long time ago.
I meant more of the cotton/polyester blends. 70% poly/30% cotton. Not 100% polyester.
Anyway, it does happen to others, I’m not the only one. Thank you.
One of my friends at work was just complaining about this same thing. He said he’s careful to check labels because he can’t stand polyester in his clothes because it grabs his hair. He accidentally put on one of his husband’s shirts the other day and it had polyester in it. He had to go home on his lunch to change clothes because he couldn’t stand the shirt any longer.
Bell bottom trousers used to depilate the backs of my calves. Whap, whap, whap- didn’t matter what they were made of.