I have a beef with some of fashion’s greatest wonders and simultaneous blunders.
Wonder: I love, with a passion, rompers. Long rompers, short rompers, floral rompers, basic rompers—all of them. They’re perfect for a stroll through the zoo or an adventure at the park. All the cuteness of a dress and a short skirt but without the hassle of panty-flashing. All the comfort of a pair of shorts but without the uncomfortable ride when reaching up for the next tree branch.
Blunder: It’s a b*tch to take off my entire romper (and any other layering accessories, i.e. a belt, a boho sweater, a jacket, etc.), stripping down to near butt-nakedness just to take a piss in a public bathroom. But what can they do? Slip a slit like male boxers? I think not.
My H&M LBR (little black romper) goes with everything I own, including my chunky Ralph Lauren sweater courtesy of my late Gramps, knee high Charlotte Russe boots, giant Urban Outfitters readers, and what I call my “Asian hat.” Romper pride.