I was sitting at my computer last night, in my yoga pants, next to my husband, surfing Facebook and saw that Eva Mendes was trending. I clicked on the link to see what the new mom was up to and GASP! I saw that she was dissing sweatpants.
Apparently she said, “Sweatpants? No, no, no,no. You can't do sweatpants. No. Ladies, number one cause of divorce in America – sweatpants. No. You can't do that.”
I looked down at my yoga pants and then over at my husband. And down at my yoga pants, and over at my husband. And I thought, “What a bunch of baloney, Eva!”
Now, I love me some Eva Mendes. Almost as much as I love her baby daddy Ryan Gosling (yes, he’s my secret celeb crush if you must know). And I know she was probably kinda, sorta joking. But Eva. Eva, Eva, Eva. You’re a new mom. You’ve just joined our ranks. And you’re going to diss our clothing item of choice? I mean, 90% of moms spend 90% of our lives in yoga pants (the “sweatpants” of 2015). Way to go alienating your new tribe.
Not that I’m saying she’s all wrong. Sure, looking hot for all 70 years of my marriage would be lovely and might do a lot to keep the flame alive. But it’s just not possible. It’s not possible because of this little thing called life. And these little beings called children. And this little thing called house work.
And thankfully, I didn’t marry the kind of man whose love is swayed by my yogurt-smeared yoga pants. He didn’t say, “I do … as long as you wear makeup every day.” He didn’t say, “I do … as long as you shave your legs and wear miniskirts.” He didn’t say, “For better or for worse. For richer or for poorer. In sickness and in health, until death do us part OR YOU WEAR SWEATPANTS.” He said, “I do.” Period. And he has kept that vow, yoga pants and all.