Lederhosen

I've always wanted a pair. I spent a month in Bavaria two years ago and I spoke of my desire to wear lederhosen. The response was usually tiny little German giggles: Then a glimmer of pity that would settle into an expression of: "what's wrong with this girl?"

I have been searching for the perfect pair: something black and bad ass. I gave up shorts years ago because I found them puerile. Now I can't decide? Should I get the breeches or the shorts?

I read the stories on ebay: "These used to be my Dad's. They're worn and stained in the butt."

Never have I pursued a garment primarily worn by old men. I can just imagine the stein collections these dudes must have. The massive beer guts. And I'm trying to grub their old shorts off ebay.

I have a good reason, mind you. I'm going to play one of the Narcissists in the movie when the script is finished. So voila, finally, a good excuse to get the lederhosen I've always so dearly wanted. A narcissist would wear the clothes of a German boy in the 30s. It makes perfect sense.

Shorts or breeches, I just can't decide.