Anderson, Todd, Stuart, Autumn, Tynan, Grace
"Umm... I have to kick out a lot of bums and crackheads. Take this."
It was a puzzling statement. He handed us three bags of ground coffee, worth almost fifty dollars. We thought he was a fan of what we were doing, so we smiled at him. He didn't smile back. Then it hit -- we were being kicked out of Blue Bottle Coffee for not wearing pants, and being bribed with coffee to not make a scene. That's probably a smart idea; people who go to respected coffee establishments without pants on might be more prone to causing scenes than the other patrons.
We took part in 2010 No Pants Subway Ride, a worldwide event where people take off their pants and ride on the subway at a particular time. There's no cause, no mission, and no statement. Just hordes of people roaming around downtown without pants.
What I really like about the event is that it takes something people really want to do-- walk around without pants-- and makes it okay. There were over a thousand people participating, both pretty and ugly, thin and fat. People were thongs, briefs, boxers, lacy panties, and superman underwear. It was clear that most people weren't uncomfortable walking around in public in their underwear, they were just uncomfortable with the social stigma of it. Take away the stigma by hosting an event, and it's fun.
Even in an uninhibited person like myself, walking around bottomless fostered a sense of adventure and excitement. After the parade part of the event, five friends (some old, some made during the parade part) and I roamed around looking for adventure. After every stop, no one wanted to go home, so we asked each other, "what should we do next?". We went through Chinatown, visiting a fortune cookie bakery and a restaurant (an Australian girl at the table next to us asked if there was a special event, or if this was an American fad), then we walked back to the mall to visit the spa, and finally ended up at Samovar Tea Lounge.
I've resolved to organize more events like this. Not necessarily big group events that involve pantslessness, but fun events for my friends where we break social conventions and make scenes.
Next time you find yourself bored, skip going to the movies. Get some friends together, take off your pants, and go wander around. Or go to the movies, but take off your pants first.
well, Im from Costa Rica but lived in the states for 3 months, and from personal experience I´ve noticed that people from the US like to wear shorts more often than we costaricans do, even if our weather is quite hot also. Here in Costa Rica most people wear jeans or pants and most people from the US I see usually wear shorts, here or in the US as well, at least quite more often than costaricans do. Maybe I´m wrong, but maybe it is true people in the states have a cultural tendency to like to wear less clothes? Interesting topic anyways.
Having lived in the US for about three and a half years (I'm originally from Europe), I must admit one thing I still don't get is the downright OBSESSION Americans (mainly guys) seem to have about not wearing pants. And just to avoid confusion, let me state here for the record that yes, I'm a guy too, and no, I'm not a nancyboy, or a feminist, or any chump of that sort.
I still have to ask though --
What's wrong with wearing pants?
Yes, I can see the entertainment value in participating in something like a no pants subway ride. Hell, I might even participate in it if I lived in a city that had a subway. Especially if there are girls doing it to.
I can also see why one might opt to not wear any pants while at home.
But I'm not talking about these particular cases. What puzzles me is that guys all over the states seem to constantly feel oppressed by the fact that society expects them to wear pants. For god's sake, there was even a super bowl ad this year featuring a bunch of guys wearing no pants, marching across a field and proclaiming their apparent delight in the form of a song (ironically enough, it was an ad for pants).
If wearing pants is really such a big issue to you, why don't you just start wearing kilts? If enough people do it, it might even become a fashion trend.
I, for one, love wearing pants. I don't see anything wrong with wearing pants. They keep your legs warm. They keep your ass warm. They keep the family jewels warm, especially in FREAKING JANUARY. Why take them off?
As long as I lived in Europe, the only person I've seen not wearing pants was Homer Simpson. From my experience, there are no men who would prefer not wearing any pants -- the "no pants" meme seems to be an entirely American phenomenon.
The only explanation I can come up with is the fact any kind of public exposure of body parts is generally frowned upon, as evidenced by the lack of nude beaches, and general derision of nudists as perverts, while Europe in general is much more tolerant of these things (for example, there is usually no fine for women sunbathing topless on a public beach). If that's the reason behind the "no pants" obsession, however, this would lead to the conclusion that Americans, or at least a sizable percentage of them, are all secret exhibitionists, but lack the balls to stand by it and vote for according changes in the law (i.e. oppose the closing of nude beaches, reform public indecency laws, etc.). Maybe the no pants subway ride is secretly a demonstration of this, but why, then, claim that "there is no message"?
Am I missing something here? Can somebody please explain what the hell is the big deal with wearing pants in this country?
Huzzah for the 2010 No Pants Metro Ride! About 500 of us met up in D.C. to ride around in our underwear for a few hours of frigid fun.
Apparently over a dozen countries and 30+ cities took part in the event. It's both crazy and awesome to think that there are so many people willing to have a random good time like that.
I just read this article about a girl in Austin going to a PUA workshop. Really hilarious, thought you might want to read it. http://austinist.com/2010/01/13/hello_my_name_is_pick-up_artist_boo.php
tanner, I too, have an american flag speedo. my is actually a thong.
I've got a few cool pics of roaming around the town with it on.
I completely forgot about this event until two people walked by me with no pants on in Union Square. I totally missed out!
I heard about this the day after it happened. We do not have a subway in this city and everyone is very prudish but I have vowed to a higher power that next year I will be pants less on a train wherever I may be!
Today's story is dedicated to my good friend Austin. I moved from Boston to Austin my freshman year of high school and of course had no friends here. On the very first day I made friends with the people who remain my best friends to this day, and I consider that to be perhaps the most fortunate event of my life.
One of those friends is Austin. Now in the military flying whirly-copters, he used to be the one guy (well, actually I could pretty much always count on Terry too) who would always be in for a crazy plan.
This scheme fell right into our laps.
Two days ago I attended The Santa Barbara Business Expo, my first networking event. Almost all the business blogs and books I’ve read give importance to networking and nothing convinced me more than when I met with my friend Jackie, a real estate agent. I asked her how business was since she had only become a licensed for a few months earlier, and from what I know about real estate, it takes years to get clients. But she told me that she’s busy and business keeps coming. What? How? I asked her what she did for marketing, and how she sought clients.
“Well, it was really easy. I found some real estate agent networking events to go to, and this guy I met told me he was leaving for Shanghai and gave me all his clients”.
My eyes widened. Of course there was some luck to this, and I couldn’t help myself from being jealous. I had spent the past few months, thinking of a business identity and value proposition, targeting my niche, sending out cold emails, meeting with potential middlemen …and Jackie just goes to a networking event and gets handed business.