I have never been an advocate of hard-to-wear pants. Pants are suppose to be an aid to civilization, allowing a man to hide away the sensitive and sorta ugly bits that make him more like the animals, and in certain situations, unable to access the rational data-base in his little bean-like head. My own need for comfortable pants is further complicated by an enlarged prostate that presses on the spine, as well as two lower vertebrae eroded by years of arthritis. Pants have to be tight enough to hold me together, yet not so tight they cut off the blood flow and kill my lower half. It would be danged inconvenient to have to walk around without any legs, or any butt, or any naughty bits. If I wore Urkel pants, I might even lose my heart and my stomach, things I’m almost certain I would miss. And I wouldn’t be able to do the Urkel dance, either.
Of course, there are times when the whole issue of easy pants can become a real concern. I am trying to make my way through the labyrinth of problems of the retired on a budget. So I tend to favor cheap pants. I buy most of my pants from Goodwill Inc. They are mostly used pants… or previously loved pants… or previously worn-out pants. The pants I am wearing at the moment have developed holes in the region of the crotch… not a good place for unwanted air-conditioning. And the pants I bought to replace them have buttons in place of a zipper in the fly. I didn’t realize the potential for spontaneous bathroom dancing that the combination of buttons and arthritic fingers could cause. My best pair of blue jeans are the kind of denim known UN-affectionately as “high-water pants”. This, of course, leads to inconveniently aerated ankles.
The final verdict is in about easy-pants issues. To avoid all pants-related issues you have to give up wearing pants. And I do still have issues with becoming a nudist as well. So the struggle to obtain and wear easy pants is a never-ending battle that we simply cannot afford to give up on.