and another thing
Recently I've been out and about downtown, and I've noticed a terrifying resurgence of all that was ugly about the 1980s. The urge to scream "fucking hipster!" at every person in a white, wide leather belt over a striped shirt and leggings is almost unbearable. Really, leggings aren't so bad. They are useful and they can be comfortable. They are good for yoga.
HOWEVER - leggings are not pants. They. Are. Not. Pants. Wearing a fancy shirt and a jacket that just barely skims your hips does not magically transform your leggings into pants. WE ALL KNOW THEY ARE NOT PANTS! At the Erwin Center the other night I could only stare in numb bemusement at a girl dressed in such an outfit. I wanted to ask her if she left her skirt in the car, or perhaps on the bathroom floor.
Seriously, wtf?
I need to clean the floors, but the kitties are sleeping and it would be mean to wake them up. Perhaps laundry instead.
HOWEVER - leggings are not pants. They. Are. Not. Pants. Wearing a fancy shirt and a jacket that just barely skims your hips does not magically transform your leggings into pants. WE ALL KNOW THEY ARE NOT PANTS! At the Erwin Center the other night I could only stare in numb bemusement at a girl dressed in such an outfit. I wanted to ask her if she left her skirt in the car, or perhaps on the bathroom floor.
Seriously, wtf?
I need to clean the floors, but the kitties are sleeping and it would be mean to wake them up. Perhaps laundry instead.