The semantic identity crisis surrounding all-in-one pyjamas…

Look back, and smile at perils past—

Or simply find the nearest grown-up in toddlers’ habiliment…


An adult in a baby-grow is wrong— in fact it’s practically retarded. Practically, that is, but not quite. Pleonastic perhaps, but entirely necessary. Regressive would probably be the better term, although reaction formation might do also, were it only a word and far too early in the peace to get defensive. I certainly wouldn’t feel the need to narrow my semantics any further to accomodate an r-word, particularly when there’s already a narrowing between metaphor and metonymy— that’s if, I were to believe in such a thing. The occupation of infant by adult is scant enough to satisfy my minimalism and certainly disturbing enough once summerised: contiguity via wardrobe. Three words. I could quite easily has decided upon, onesies are stupid or, jump-suits? Seriously? But I didn’t.

There. I said it: onsies are stupid;  the word ‘onesie’ is stupid; jump-suit is no better either. As far as I’m concerned, if you’re going to prefix novelty nightwear with the word jump or anything remotely like it, the clobber in question had better be fucking lacy; frilly even and not, even remotely opaque. Sleep-suit is at least sensibly self-referential, but to accept its self-evidence, one must also accept far too much sibilance for my liking. An abundance of s’s should ideally be held back for more ironic or moronic purposes. It’s also mean to would be readers who lisp.

If I had to pick a pillow to chew however, I’d opt, much like any other self-respecting inner-linguist-ninja would, for romper-suit; particularly for it’s ambi-sexual gender relevance— something which should resonate with everyone; kind of bringing us back to the word ‘onesie’: the adjective this time, not the noun.

That and I think I’d feel less of a wanker wearing something to sleep in which came with ears:

Romper-suit it would seem—

Ticks all the appropriate boxes.

Which still don’t make it so…

Author: DB James

It's one of the finest things we do; write about our lives, because not only do we reveal our minds through revelations our thoughts provide us— But it gives us an incentive to be honest... It's almost impossible not to consider the value of thoughts with the fairly steady flow of them; their rudimentary worth, relevance to our lives and the importance to the people who have them. It's easy to see how distorted a thought can become when left to constant re-examination and how faceless victim/culprit dichotomies are given grounding by a name or a hover-card. If the last few weeks has demonstrated anything, it's how something as simple as a pen-stroke can release the burden and stresses they invariably cause. I've had glimpses into how fears, confessions, pains and crises can be put right by words creating deeds by changing little parts of the world. And I shouldn't be surprised: we write about things and repeat ourselves about things that have meaning to us. It keeps me humble...

10 thoughts on “The semantic identity crisis surrounding all-in-one pyjamas…”

  1. Ok, if I understand correctly, your post is about the word “onesie”. And I agree, bloody stupid. But what about the garment itself? Adults (or perhaps to be kinder, late teens) wearing garments like that, in broad daylight, in public…? Horrendous. Some of the skinnier tweens look kind of cute in them if are sporty-looking – the ones with shorts and a hoody made from sweater fabric. But the full-on “adult-grows” (as opposed to baby-grows) in terrycloth fabric, mostly worn by girls with a buxom build, in pastel shades, is just w-a-y too much…

    1. I’m kind of torn between the fact they look pretty comfortable, but an ‘over-my-dead-body’ reaction to actually wearing one. The fact they have a thousand different names is by the by, but onsie? C’mon! It’s the descriptive equivilant of Hollywood’s obsession with remakes – how the world has been tricked into the whole reboot is different malarky makes me cringe.

      Still, I wouldn’t mind trying a romper-suit – provided I could find one that isn’t overly ridiculous…

    1. Thank you 😀
      That’s Marley, he just started school and won a prize for his mummy costume yesterday: so good!

      My sister didn’t like this picture at the time, but he’s pulling a face!!! Obviously they’re my favourite ones!

      I’ve enjoyed the scribbling the last couple of weeks – particularly with the weather the way it is and the way the house has settled down. I’ve found some really lovely blogs: insghtful, intellegent, funny – I’ve missed this sort of thing. I’m hoping to slowly get to know a few people.

      I’m really glad you liked it 😀

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