So rompers might not be over over, you know? But they’re kind of over. I mean, yes. Business rompers are kind of boohzy. Obviously they’re going the way of trucker hats, snap bracelets, and ice dancing. But let’s not forget the canonical example of supersillyous clothing, the Pyjama Jeans.

There’s some sort of Zizekian structural/marxist/lacanian critique to make about the superabundance of comfortwear. Namely, that they turn our bodies into constant objects of pleasure while simultaneously inuring them to the frisson of orgasm, because honestly no one’s going to fuck a pyjama jean clad person. Is Level 2 Comfortwear the new mother’s little helper?