Since I finally just read the article:
I have to laugh. My husband wears nothing but cargo shorts. He got started in the late 80s, buying cargo pants at the Army/Navy surplus store and cutting the bottom 8 inches or so off, and now he gets his (when he can find them in his size – damn kids and their saggy britches) at the local big box uber-store.
They’re comfortable to wear for work, don’t cut off his circulation (he has rather thick thighs for a dude. No chicken leg/frog-ass problems here.) and he can sneak a bottle of booze into a concert quite easily.
So, yeah, between the cargo shorts and the band t-shirts, he kinda dresses like a 15 year old boy. But who am I to complain? I’m in paint-splattered jeans and a Minecraft tee, so I’m dressed basically like a 12 year old boy.
And I have a box of matches in my back pocket. Because, y’know, reasons.