Pocket Equality

     I once saw a post that said something along the lines of: "I'm sick and tired of guys being able to fit phones, wallets, pens, pencils, and [censored] television remotes in their pockets. When I go out to buy pants, I can barely fit my phone. That isn't attractive. POCKET EQUALITY!"
     When I was in sixth grade, I had to wear a pair of old pants that belonged to my father in my role in the play I was participating in. One day, during a break in dress rehearsal, I put my hands in my pockets. In my not-so-ripe age of twelve, I did not take much notice as to how considerably deeper they were in comparison to my own jeans. Of course, at that time, I was more concerned about projecting my voice to the back of the auditorium than I was about the depths of my pockets.
     Although I do have reason to believe that this experience etched some sort of unconscious thought process in me in which I never seemed to pick out pants that had the little pockets that showed off half of my cell phone. The exception to this statement would be when I bought a pair of white capris that had faux pockets.
     Which allows me to segue into my next topic.
     Faux pockets.
     What genius came up with that idea?
     What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall during that meeting.
     "Okay, folks, our line of jeans is losing its popularity among teenage girls. What should we do to fix this?"
     "Let's make a line of jeans that looks like they have pockets but when the girls try to put their things in, there's really nothing there."
     "Brilliant, Jim!"
     This rage in myself personally was not brought out until yesterday while I was walking to church. You should know that on Friday, I got a nice leather jacket from ANGL for about half off the original price. It's nice and spiffy and when I went to class today wearing it along with my boots, I'm confident that my professors automatically assumed I am going to end up being the delinquent of their classes.
     But, pulling back on track here, I'm walking to church yesterday morning and I think to myself, "Hey, I don't want to carry my phone any more, I should put it in my pocket." So I moved to slip it in, but it just slid right over. It took me about three more attempts to realize that my jacket had fake pockets.
     I see what you're doing here, clothing companies. Not stop collaborating with handbag companies and start giving me some real pockets.