Am I the only person who is confused by women identifying as mermaids and unicorns? Did I miss the pop culture reference point here? This is no judgement to those people. By no means am I trying to be one of those, “Oh I’m so cool because I’m not with the latest fads” type of people, but I’m just so confused by the recent uptick in women’s identification with mythological creatures.
I read the way some women write about love, and the anguish of losing it. I listen to the way some women sing about it, saying they would rather die than to exist in a world without them. I read about how some women feel the man they’re with is their entire purpose for being, that he is her everything. I enjoy taking in their experiences as a voyeur, because I feel very detached from the experience of being hopelessly, madly, deeply in love.
Let’s talk white pants. Some people still live by the “fashion rule” that you don’t wear white after Labor Day, or before Easter. I do not submit to such restrictions, because the first rule of fashion (as far as I’m concerned) is that there are no rules. With that being said, I like a good white pant all year long, but they are mostly a warm weather staple. The trouble with white pants is that they tend to be translucent, especially if the fabric is thin. This is especially the case for white linen pants (another warm weather staple). Some women like to solve this problem by risking it all and going commando, some people wear a thong, and some people just disrespect the hell out of all of us and wear a full on black or nude brief. So every spring/summer, at every all-white party, it looks like trashier version of the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. Newsflash boo boo, we can all see your underwear. I’m not sure if people know and don’t care, or are somehow oblivious to the many stares they’re receiving. Don’t be that person showing up to your family reunion, upsetting the aunties with your underwear showing. There has to be a better way (infomercial voice)!
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