No one is saying anything. It’s as if this pink, pouffy, tulle-tastic monstrosity is not adorning my waist. Do you not see me? Or are you pretending not to see me so you can avoid saying hello you passive-aggressive, Pacific Northwestern, son-of-a-bitch?!
I have been skiing in a tutu at least once a month for the past seven years, and I am sad to report that the instant icebreaker has officially lost its magical power. I’m not sure exactly when it happened, or why, but over the past half-decade the frequency at which I walk by someone who doesn’t even say ‘hello’ has increased dramatically. Gone are the trips of yesteryear where I enjoyed frequent, near-constant on trail chats. Now I’m lucky if 10% of my fellow travelers say hi. I’m just any other hiker with a teepee of skis on her back.
Discussing this phenomenon with my friends, we ventured three theories as to why people ignore the tutu:
Tutus are overdone
Thanks to groups like SheJumps and companies like Sparkle Athletic, tutus are everywhere. They’re part of half-marathons, group mountain bike rides, and mid-mountain cocktail hours. If you go on an adventure these days, you are 39% more likely to see a tutu than you were 5 years ago. Women wear them. Men wear them. Dogs and babies wear them, and even a few discerning cats have been spotted en tulle. As a result, they’re not all that special anymore, and people pass them by without remark. They are unremarkable.
People are self-absorbed and summit-oriented
Cell phones have rendered us incapable of human interaction
Maybe one of these theories is right, or maybe they are all true. Regardless of the reasoning, the power of the tutu has passed. I mean, I’ll probably still wear one on the trail because reasons, but I have to be honest, it’s just not the same as it used to be.
So what say you, people of blog-land? Is the tutu dead?
I think the normalizing of the once radical tutu is a sign of fantastic progress, the tutu represented an unapologetic and silly feminist thrust into the outdoors, it forced recognition and space for lady crushers and now everyone seems to have increased their acceptance of the idea that femininity, playfulness and slaying outdoor pursuits are synonymous.
Or maybe that's giving the Tutu too much credit?
Perhaps the increase of drolls on the trail is just a symptom of newbs who take themselves entirely too seriously and haven't gotten hip to the fact that the only way to perservere through years of the soggy sloppy trail is to embrace the ridiculousness of the arbitrary pursuit of high places.
But most likely is that these new additions to the PNW trail population are still having a hard time adjusting to the lower levels of Vitamin D and really should don some Vitamin Tulle instead of being tools, it'd cure what ales them.