why women need pockets

(and other dark safe spaces into which precious things can be slipped)

I bought a pair of leather trousers the other day. Not actual leather, but that breathable, stretchy synthetic stuff that doesn’t sag in the arse but is apparently worse for the environment even though technically no cows had to die. As trousers go, they’re quite clingy. Nipped at the waist and snug to the ankle. Almost leggings, really, except you woul…