You may have heard me lamenting on the Twitter about not having enough normal-people-clothes for jury duty (one of these days real soon I swear I will stop starting out every other sentence with the words "jury duty;" apparently I haven't cycled the experience out of my system quite yet). Just earlier this evening ago I realized the heart of my difficulties. My biggest problem with clothing is not that half of everything I own is covered in paint, ink and plaster spatters (though it probably doesn't help).
My problem with wearing normal-people-clothes is that everything I know about business casual dress code, I learned from
Supreme Commander Servalan.
Which is . . . great in its own way. But totally not helpful at this point in our cultural evolution. Maybe . . . some time in the distant future when we all wear
Space Clothes™ to the office?
Relatedly, if you watch Bitchin' Kitchen as obsessively as I do, you may be pining for a breakdown of Nadia G's hella wardrobe. I can help you
with that. It may not be Space Clothes™, but they aren't business casual either. And you occasionally get to hear her musings on jet packs, which is close enough to Teh Future for me.
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