I’m making an effort to take breaks from the dumpster fire that is the United States, be it a quick trip “home” to Ireland to spend time with family, reading voraciously or chilling on the couch with trashy television and freshly baked cookies with a side of milk.
Expressing my outrage and disgust with the leaders of the country where I was born is exhausting, physically and emotionally, so I’m taking a mini break to rant about something else…
But, first – give this a quick view. It’s the inspiration for the title of this post and one of my favorite Emma Stone performances.
So, what’s my issue? No pockets!
The last two jackets I rented, both beautifully tailored and very expensive to purchase, lacked pockets. I don’t aspire to be a man in any way, but I feel reasonably confident that men’s sport coats have real pockets, be they interior or exterior.
Can’t a girl get a pocket?
When a garment doesn’t have a usable pocket, but instead features a faux pocket, I think it makes me even more irritated. Like, what’s the actual point in creating a stitched together slit or flap when there’s no damn pocket* underneath it all?
It’s almost as if the goal is to pretend that beneath the surface, there is a fabric vessel of sorts in which to place one’s belongings, including the aforementioned sunshine.
Which, I suppose, brings me right back to the state of this country…there isn’t much sunshine when the Oval Office is filled with corrupt individuals hellbent on bringing the world to its knees.
Maybe I don’t need a pocket after all.
*Yes, I thoroughly checked for pockets.
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