The events and sights of yesterday have inspired me to write a brief tribute:
I like clothes.
I mean, I both like clothes a lot and like a lot of clothes (at least relatively speaking).
Aura and No. 3 and I were slightly traumatized yesterday by some of the costumes we saw (didn't see?) in the school parking lot and out on the quad. I'm not sure I'll ever get over that. ::shiver:: Especially the one I saw in the parking lot involving a very very short tulle skirt and large quantities of cellulite. Not attractive, sister. It might have worked for you about sixteen years ago, but that era has ended.
I was also thinking, while walking to school behind the Halloween parade, "where are the feminists on Halloween?" Somehow, when it comes to the costume industry, it's not the male half of society who are compromised. But I guess now that we're beyond the age of male protection we're beyond the age of any kind of protection -- physically or emotionally, or even from the elements -- and that includes clothes.
We're not vulnerable, we're liberated (I keep forgetting how that works . . .).
Clothes are the oldest human institution after marriage and eating.
Could we please put them back on?