Leave it to the New York Times to run (pun intended) an article today about running skirts and just how dainty and frilly and girlish they are becoming. While these skirts have been around for at least the last four years, apparently, it’s becoming more of a trend to want to look stylish when we work out (Runner’s World even nicknamed such females as “stunners”. Get it? Stylish runners?) But to me, nothing could be more detesting than trying to look cute when it comes to running. I just couldn’t take myself seriously while donning a frilly skirt all covered with sparkles and shit.
What’s even worse than the skirt itself (and I do get that some women swear these are totally comfortable), is the fact that they can create a sexist atmosphere on the road or at a race–places where women should be seen as athletes, not girly girls trying to look all adorable. One such runner, Erica Sara Neuman, told the NY Times how she likes the way skirts further divide us in the male/female wars (something I wrote about just last week with a very different opinion):
There’s something fun about running past a guy. They call that chicking a guy. You run past them, they get upset. You’re in a skirt, they get even more upset.
That’s a pretty sexist way of looking at it, if you ask me. How about just passing a guy and earning respect because we’re a freakin awesome athlete?
Adding to the girliness of these, one running skirt designer, Cindy Lynch, said they carry a multitude of bright colors, patterns and sparkles. Sparkles. Ugh.
The skirt appeals to just about everybody. It hugs all of the right curves and covers the ones you don’t want to show. It can even provide a feminine look for a woman with zero body fat and a boyish figure.
I have a boyish figure with little body fat, and I don’t give a damn about looking feminine when I run. It’s insulting that she would insinuate anyone with a curveless physique would want to look any different. Also, when did running become all about body image and “hugging the right curves”? Can’t we just put all of that aside when we hit the road and embrace our bodies for what they do versus how they look? We’re not out there for others to gawk at. We’re out there to get shit done. And for me, that’s in a basic pair of black shorts and a tank.