The other day I bought some capri pants (just below the knee for those of you who don't know that word). They have pockets on the sides, which is cool for those times when you want to carry a little something like a key or some dollars without ruining the lines and bop out onto the fashionable city sidewalks.
Except, of course, that -- well. You know where this is going.
It's a pretend pocket. On the other side, it's a real one. "Real" as in "useful". "Pretend" as in "sewn shut with sufficient artistry that one might be (understandably) deceived about its utility until one actually tried to unbutton it."
Now why go through the trouble to make something that looks so very much like a useful container in which one might carry things of value? Why pretend?
I know, I know, it's women's fashion, and making sense is not its primary purpose.
But still. ARrrrrggggghhhhhhgggghhgghhh. Gggghhh.
There, I feel better. Mostly. I still don't have a pocket where I need one.