Ladies, I can't believe we have to have this conversation, but here it goes. Tunic tops are not dresses. They're just long shirts. They need pants to go with them. Do I totally get the thrill of not wearing pants? Yes. My routine the past week when I've gotten home has been Olympics on, pants off. But that's in the privacy of my own home! Where I live alone!
I am shocked at the number of girls I see in the metro at 7:30am who forgot to put their pants on! Where are they going? Hopefully to the pants store to get some pants! I can't think of anywhere where going pantsless is an option, unless you're a stripper. If you're a stripper heading to work at 7:30am, then my guess is you're not a very good one if you get stuck with that shift. Even so, Team USA Gymnastics puts on pants as they go from event to event, so I feel like you could wear pants on your way to the strip club as well.
I just don't understand how a person can put on a top, see that it barely covers one's ass, and think, "Yes. This is my look for today, off I go." You're not Lady Gaga! If you're walking up the escalator in the metro and you have to use a newspaper to cover your rear end, as a girl a few days ago did in front of me, it's pretty clear to me you've forgotten your pants.
So ladies, repeat after me: If the shirt my ass doth bare, then pants I must wear.
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