Knock it off, gutterbrain! This isn’t that kind of thread!
Some strange person in – reads label – Taiwan has thrown my entire day off kilter. They put my pants together left! My universe is now askew!
Getting dressed in the morning, I went to zip up and… … What is this? I know not how to zip with my left hand. And buttoning a fly – backwards? It just shouldn’t be so!
“Oh, maybe thes are boy pants”, I thought to myself. “They button up the other way, right?”… No wait, that’s just for shirts.
I had to pee. Dropping one’s pants is something one does out of habit (although in polite company I’ve found it’s best to refrain from doing so spontaneously). I can’t think to undo my pants. But my fly and the buttons are all set up for someone who is left handed. Who did this? What kind of person would make left-handed pants?
This is like carrying your wallet in the other pocket. Or throwing your backpack over the wrong shoulder. It’s annoying and weird.
Great Cecil, is this what the world is like for those who are left-handed? Does everything in your world feel so wrong?
Welcome to the world of the lefty. You’ve got one pair of pants that are made wrong. I can barely operate a manual can opener. My stove is jammed right up against a wall in my kitchen in a fashion that makes it nearly impossible for me to stir anything. All the desks in my high school were those little half-thingies that were attached to the chair and only extended to the middle of your stomach–on the right side, forcing me to sit facing the wall in order to write. Even pencil sharpeners are made for righties.
Of course, most lefties simply adjust. I, however, am so left-handed it might be considered some form of mental retardation, and I can’t do anything with my right hand except dial a phone–and even that takes concentration.
Dear Og, man! How do you survive? My pants-dropping habits are so impeded! I swear, the last time my world felt so wonky was when I’d hurt my shoulder and had to carry my bag on the other side.
Do you have any idea how weird that is? I can carry a big heavy bag on the left side of my body, and soon I become “one with the bag”. I don’t even notice it’s there anymore. Carry my bag on the right side of my body – and there’s this damn thing that keeps bumping against my hip and I’m acutely aware of this what-the-hell-is-that-ever-annoying thing there.
Yep, I’m with Draelin on this one. I had a hard time with a lot of things. Some things don’t bother me because, well, I’ve been like this forever (and I love the way that sounds…like it’s some sort of disease!!).
Seriously though…can openers, scissors, desks in school (thanks for reminding me of that one!), etc. My mom tried to teach me to crochet, but she can’t because I’m a lefty. No one wants to sit next to me at the dinner table because I knock into them when cutting my food. :rolleyes:
So…Eats_Crayons…welcome to the world we lefties live in!!
Good idea, but I don’t think it would work. Us lefties are so used to doing everything a certain way that even we would be screwed up with pants that zipper and button on the wrong side.
Silly, they’re not left-handed pants, you’ve just got them on inside out!
Pockets flapping? Check.
Zipper on the wrong side? Check.
Funny fuzzy decorations along the legs? Check.
Odd stares and giggles from cow-orkers? Check!
Just find a nice bathroom and flip them around again, and you’ll be fine. Oh, and there’s a sock hanging from one of the legs, you might want to grab that.
Yup, I got them from a girlie-clothes store. Then I compared my girl jeans to my boy jeans (what? I have narrow hips, sometimes I have to buy boy pants) and whaddaya know, the fly is the same – boy jeans and girl jeans are right handed.
Just our shirts are backwards.
Whatever.
Hell, I should jst get pants with an elastic waistband!
(Ew, okay, my straight-girl half just said “Oh, no you dont! Fashion fauz pas!”, while my queer-girl half said “Yay, and next – sensible footwear!”)
Almost, but not quite, all women’s jeans I see have the fly towards the left, just like men’s jeans. On the few occasions I see women in “woman-sided” jeans, it’s actually a bit startling because you almost never see it. It’s almost like you’re looking at her in a mirror.
Probably most women’s jeans have the left-hand fly because originally, jeans were worn pretty much only by men.
Once upon a time, all women’s clothing fastened left-handed–I’ve seen several theories as to why, one being that women used to use buttonhooks to fasten buttons, using the right hand to draw it through the buttonhole, but I’m not sure whether anyone knows for sure–and for some reason, in recent times, women’s pants have changed to the right-handed fly but shirts have largely remained left-handed. No clue why that is.
I can’t wear women’s pants because I have no hips and I get bit flaps of fabric on the sides if I get them big enough to fit my waist. So, right handed flys are the way, but when I do get a pair of girl pants (dress pants, usually) the fly is on the wrong side. I’ve not seen a pair of women’s pants/jeans that zip on the ‘correct’ side.
But, I thought that’s how all the kids were wearing them these days. You know, in the early 90s it was “leave the price tag on”, then it’s “9 sizes too big so the crotch goes to your knees”, and now “flappy pockets, zipper on the inside, seams showing…”
Are you saying I’m mistaken?
And Spectre in all the time that I’ve been wearing women’s jeans… which would be my whole life now – except for that brief period prior to potty trianing that we won’t mention – the zipper has been right-handed. This is definitely my first pair of lefty-pants.
I feel like doing something different… Maybe I ought to wear my panties on the outside the way Superman does.
I wonder if it’s regional. All my dress pants also zip up on the right. Well, except for the pair with all the damned hook-and-eyes (just try getting those undone in a hurry after your 17th cup of coffee!)
kittenlm - I taught my left-handed godmother and my left-handed cousin to crochet, and I’m right-handed. All I did was sit them directly across from me and made them mirror my movements. I am now the proud owner of two left-handed afghans from my grateful students.
… What is this? I know not how to zip with my left hand. And buttoning a fly – backwards? It just shouldn’t be so!
And I still can’t really cut my own steak.
