There are two things we all know you don’t talk about if you don’t want to start a fight—politics and religion. I have succeeded in finding a third.

Capri pants.

Yesterday I mentioned on Facebook that I felt the need to blog about capris (and how I thought their time had probably passed). I got lots of responses from friends who buy them, wear them, and love them with a fierce protectiveness and loyalty, similar to the way Daenerys Targaryen feels about her dragons and blue criss-cross dress.

Nobody seriously called me out—mainly because I have nice friends who are the kind of people who are pretty forgiving and don’t make too big a deal about me saying stupid things. I felt terrible, though, I really did. I’d criticized something my friends loved, and I regretted making people feel bad. And, as one kind friend in my exercise class gently remarked, “Try gaining fifty pounds and then see how you feel about capris.”

Also, she pointed out that I was wearing capri yoga pants. Which I was. Bam.

I was glad, though, that she spoke up–and also the other women on the Facebook thread–because this is no easy subject, clothes.

So for me, this all started with a funny article in Jezebel called “Death to the Maxi Dress: A Manifesto” by Sarah Miller. I really identified with the article. I have had a love/hate relationship with maxis like the author talks about in the piece. In the store, maxis draw me like magnets. They look so carefree! So cute and bohemian and comfortable! But, in the end, they bring nothing but heartache. They just never work. It’s a height thing for me, I think. And they’re really hard to walk in. The whole carefree thing is false advertising—they’re really incredibly restrictive.

I think it’s pretty okay to hate maxis. I think you’re mostly safe, also, throwing shade at Uggs, stilettos, tube tops, and sequins. Oh, and hats. (Once, when I was at the beach with a friend, I was about to buy a cute, straw fedora and she said, “If you buy that I will not sit next to you at the pool.” She was kidding. Sort of. I think. But she did admit to harboring a serious hatred of fedoras. I, on the other hand, think they are adorable. Fedorable, in fact. We agree to disagree, as you do with besties.)

But capris are different. They are a summertime wardrobe staple. And therefore, a minefield.

Here’s the thing. I have a conspiracy theory about capris. I have this suspicion that they were created by the Male Fashion Patriarchy (that’s a thing, I’m told) in order to throw grown women a bone in the summer time. Like, you know, Hey, gals. Um, yeah, we understand it’s hot out, and long pants make you feel like you’re about to catch on fire, but we can’t allow you to wear shorts unless you’re under thirty. So I’m gonna need you to wear these pants that are a scant three inches shorter than regular pants. They’re not really cooler but they’re called capris, so that should make you feel like you’re on an island near Italy. And they’re better than a burkha, am I right? Har har har.

The idea of that makes me want to call all the sisters together so we can burn our capris in a trashcan.

Remember bra burning? I was not of bra wearing age at that point in history, but, as I understand it, the idea was a bunch of women decided males had invented the bra in order to restrict their freedom and keep them bound and oppressed. So in order to give the finger to THE MAN, they burned their bras.

I’m fairly certain a lot women back then balked at the practice. I mean, let’s face it, male fashion patriarchy aside, bras are incredibly useful. Really MOST effective at corralling the whole situation. The bra burning holdouts were probably all like, No offense, sisters, I stand for equal rights and all but I gotta have my Maidenforms. See ya!

This is the way a good 50% (*not a scientific survey) of my friends feel about their capris. As my friend explained, she doesn’t feel comfortable wearing shorts and capris really are a great compromise in the summer. It’s like there’s a Venn diagram of what is flattering and what is comfortable, and capris are the intersection of that.

In an ideal world we’d all stay in that glorious intersection. In theory, I don’t think we should dress for others. Not for our parents, or the religious leaders or the men in our lives (or the random man walking down the street). Certainly not for the inconsequential opinion of some blogger. The beautiful thing is, unlike a large portion of earth’s female population, we have the freedom to wear what we want.

But I find myself resisting that freedom. Sometimes I do dress for reasons other than comfort and joy. I dress for my body type, or what I think my body type is. I dress for what I think other people are going to think is cute. I dress for my husband (no red lipstick). I dress for my kids (no blazers; they make you look like a man, Mom.) I dress for my insecurities. I dress to stand out. I dress to hide.

There are just so many psychological layers to the whole thing.

For me, I just want to empower women who ACTUALLY WANT to wear shorts, to wear them. If they don’t wear them because of some cultural restriction or a shaming voice in their head telling them their legs don’t look good enough to expose them to the world, I want to say they shouldn’t have to suffer through the broiling summer just to make other people happy. To those people, I say BURN THE CAPRIS. BUY SHORTS. STICK IT TO THE MAN.

To the rest of you who feel fantastic and comfortable and beautiful in your capris, I say BURN THIS BLOG. WEAR CAPRIS. STICK IT TO THE MAN.

In conclusion, I found these delicious tidbits while doing intricate scientific research for this blog:

Christina Aguilera advises women to only wear heels with capris. Okay, yeah. Whatever, Xtina.

Cam Newton, below, advises you to wear velvet slippers with them:


These, I actually want because they’re cute! and ruched! and only $17.99!


7 thoughts on “IT’S THE CAPRI POST, Y’ALL”

  1. Anne DrakeAnne Drake

    I love this subject! The minute I saw the word “Capris”, I thought of what your friend said: 1. You gain 50 lbs. & then tell me what you think. 2. You already wear Capris in the tighter yoga form. Actually I have stayed away from them b/c of my shortness but have one pr. b/c I found them in the store where I was & hate to shop further. I do not like them or maxis, and I (that means I) want to feel as good as possible a/b what I think a/b myself & what others think a/b me. That means covering up very short, fat legs. I often see people w/my legs & wonder why they dress all up fit to kill & display their worst feature in a screaming sort of way by wearing a short skirt. I do not do it for religious leaders or any man but my husband (altho I would feel kind of sorry for them if they had to look at my legs). Pretty much nobody listens to any religious leaders a/b dress, that I know of. Pleasing men (or other women) is pleasing myself. I feel better if I look as good as I can. I, I, I; wish I could say otherwise.

  2. CFCF

    Very well said, my friend! I think I will be empowered to buy shorts this summer…and still wear my capris! xoxo

  3. Valerie ScottValerie Scott

    Happily you have not hit the ugly blue vein stage of life. May it never happen to you with your good genes…or jeans…

  4. janahaganjanahagan

    I too have been drawn to maxi’s, but every time it doesn’t work for me. It’s not a height thing, not too sure why they just don’t look right on me. My thing about shorts is why are they all so darn SHORT! I mean really! Even my teenage sons remark on girls shorts being “too short”. Yes, a heterosexual teenage boy actually said that. But for a 40 something woman, they are way too short.( Don’t even get me started on the whole “low rise” thing either. That’s a soapbox for another day. ) Especially for my comfort. I HATE my legs but will wear shorts if needed. Wore capris for a while, and still do sometimes, and I’m sure I will again. Men should NEVER wear them, IMHO that means nothing to anyone but me.

  5. thisthatandthemotherthisthatandthemother

    Emily – you’re hilarious. I love your blog and have no idea how I didn’t know about it until I entered this space. Laughed out loud at your capri post. I must say, I’m a capri hypocrit (caprypocrit?)– generally opposed, but being of the tall variety, I have some jeans that hit at the high-water level, so I mask the dork factor by rolling them up to ‘capri’ length. Which really makes it worse, I’m sure. I just don’t look down or in the mirror. 🙂

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