Grading/Conference-Paper Writing Avoidance #s 14, 15
Prepare yourselves for a Fashion Police rant. Yes, yes, I know, ironic coming from me. But while I'm not a maven, I still have at least a rudimentary sense of style. And what I want to know is, what gorram idiot decided that THESE monstrosities are back in style? Capris, fine. But these are culottes, Macy's and other retailers, and you aren't kidding anyone by calling them "cropped pants." I hated them when I was 8, I hated them when I was 12, and I hate them even more now. And furthermore, who in their right mind is going to pay $69 for them? I must get this "Idiot" tattoo taken off my forehead soon, because it's very misleading, it seems.
Now, advance apologies to those of you for whom these so-called "cropped pants" are a beloved addition to your wardrobe. That's fine, and I'm sure they look lovely. On YOU. And you know what? Bring them down to mid-shin, and I am all over it. But CULOTTES? Angels and ministers of grace, defend me. Not only do they make me look pear-shaped, but they make every bit of excess fat on my body billow along with the excess fabric in the pants. I kid you not. And this is really, really NOT what I want when I'm looking for a new, spring-ish outfit to wear to ASECS and to celebrate the fact that somehow, 10 years after the fact, I have achieved pre-pregnancy weight once again.
Indeed, yes, that was what I was doing yesterday instead of finishing final grades or working on this ever-more-belated conference paper. I did, however, find something billed as a "wallet on a string" which delighted me for several reasons. First, it will stuff into my school bag easily and then can be fished out when I'm going to lunch or whatever, without the need of switching stuff back into a purse, and second, because it's clear that it's a branching-out in the entrepreneurship of Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler, and I'll be obliged if you'll join me in heretofore referring to it as a "wallet-onna-string."
And today? A long-overdue henna treatment. Instead of grading or writing my paper. Yes, yes I am.
Now, advance apologies to those of you for whom these so-called "cropped pants" are a beloved addition to your wardrobe. That's fine, and I'm sure they look lovely. On YOU. And you know what? Bring them down to mid-shin, and I am all over it. But CULOTTES? Angels and ministers of grace, defend me. Not only do they make me look pear-shaped, but they make every bit of excess fat on my body billow along with the excess fabric in the pants. I kid you not. And this is really, really NOT what I want when I'm looking for a new, spring-ish outfit to wear to ASECS and to celebrate the fact that somehow, 10 years after the fact, I have achieved pre-pregnancy weight once again.
Indeed, yes, that was what I was doing yesterday instead of finishing final grades or working on this ever-more-belated conference paper. I did, however, find something billed as a "wallet on a string" which delighted me for several reasons. First, it will stuff into my school bag easily and then can be fished out when I'm going to lunch or whatever, without the need of switching stuff back into a purse, and second, because it's clear that it's a branching-out in the entrepreneurship of Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler, and I'll be obliged if you'll join me in heretofore referring to it as a "wallet-onna-string."
And today? A long-overdue henna treatment. Instead of grading or writing my paper. Yes, yes I am.