No one asked but one of my favorite things in the world is pockets.
Then the skinny jeans took it all away.
I remember Jan having pockets in his pants that can fit a phone, a wallet, a large bag of Cheetos, a laptop, our fat cat, and possibly the entire city of Atlantis while I, on the other hand, could get injured just for trying to squeeze in a finger to my pocket.
I was jealous.
Okay. Just so we are clear, I only want big pockets because I like putting my hands in it. That's all.
I'm not crazy about stuffing it with anything. That's what our hand bags are for—which is probably the very reason why there is a glaring inequality between the size of men's and women's pocket. The fashion industry has been oppressing women, denying us the roomy pockets we deserve because they want us to buy more bags!