By Megan Loughran
I recently saw a stand-up comedian KILL it. She was wearing something simple like jeans and a t-shirt, and there was a towel hanging out of her left back pocket. Not like a cute little washcloth. A full on towel, flopping around behind her like the tail of a terrycloth dinosaur. That dinosaur would win bath time, and would probably be a fun friend.
Anyway, I didn't get it. I thought, maybe this woman also works at a car wash and she's occasionally forgetful so she wears the same thing everyday? Respect.
But then I noticed how physical she was: she was pacing around like a maniac and swinging her arms and using every inch of the stage: that towel was for sweat. She showed up planning to become a sweaty mess.
That visual really stuck with me. I thought, MAN. We should all live life with a towel perpetually hanging out of our butt pocket. Because if you go to the trouble of bringing a butt towel to the comedy club and WEARING it, you're going to fulfill that promise to yourself and you're going to get sweaty.
If the answer is no, you might need a bigger towel. Or a bigger butt? Probably both.