Some people have a problem with girls not wearing pants to class. They find spandex extraordinarily offensive – as though they’d never seen legs or an ass before.
I often wear nothing but spandex. Not really as a fashion statement…I wear basically the same thing most other days: dark jeans, black boots, black shirt, black eyeliner, gold jewelry.
like so.
Instead, it’s more of a testament to my laziness. Or, rather, warped priorities. I’d rather go without pants than eyeliner. Without a collar than earrings. See, I’m the messy, easy, comfy kind – with a glint of gold, if it’s a good day. (The one thing I’ll never do is the gray athletic sweatpants combo. Never!!)
It’s slowly turning into fall – that time of year when you can wear almost anything and get away with it. Sneakers? Fine. Sandals? Sure. Uggs? Ugh… go right ahead. Today I was walking along Mass Ave and decided that next year I want to be in a place where pants are a non-issue. You know, I’ll wear those big baggy pants that bloom like flower petals in southern India, or don dresses all day in Dubai. Something along those lines. My life will be an eternal pants off dance off!
Say it isn’t so! You are one of THEM, the girls who go to class without pants, and sit in the tiered lecture hall with your crotch splayed at the professor’s eye level…without pants??? No, not my Juli. Noooooo.
haha. <3<3
but yesssssss.