My lunch break found me passing a Whole Foods today with a grumbling tummy. I ducked in, bought a slice of pizza from the deli counter, and headed for the check stand. I passed another shopper in the produce department, walking competently, if not speedily, in three-inch heels.
A few months ago I found myself with an important work meeting on the horizon, and I thought it was possible that this was the sort of thing for which I might have to dress nicely.
My daily office environment is such that I don't have generally have to worry about this sort of thing. When I roll out of bed in the morning, I grab a pair of jeans that falls into the category of "clean enough", pair it with a t-shirt with a spaceship on it (fun fact: 28% of my t-shirts have spaceships on them; I ran the numbers), pull my hair into a pony tail, and I'm out the door.
"Mom, do you want to play with me?"
"What are we playing?"
"Legend of Zelda."
"On the computer or real life?"
"Alright." I turn around. The kid's wearing a robin hood hat and brandishing a wooden sword. "So, you would be Link then?"
"Yes, and you're Princess Zelda."
"Good. Where's my sword?"
Big sigh. "You're the princess. The princess doesn't have a sword."
"Yes, well, Mommy is not that kind of princess. Where's my sword?"
I've made an alarming discovery. I went into two clothing stores today, asked for cargo pants, and got blank stares. Cargo pants have apparently gone "out" and wherever they happen to be, they've taken my hopes for reasonably-sized pockets on girl clothes with them. In their stead, the racks are full of jeans with prefixes like "matchstick" and "toothpick" and "super skinny". This does not bode well for the human race.
And it means I'm going to have to figure out how to sew cargo pants.
I know a few people who are all up in arms about this article in the Huffington Post. I read it. It made me laugh a little. When you’re confronted with that kind of ignorance, often the only practical thing to do is to take whatever amusement you can out of it (that being said, if she had linked out to my blog in that piece of rubbish, I would have been pissed too; I’ve totally got your back, Stephanie) and then let it go.
The sudden cancelation of one of my dance classes found me in downtown Davis past eight o’clock on Monday night. Davis is surprisingly jumping for the beginning of the week in what should be the dead zone past graduation and before the start of the fall term in a university town. I pass gaggles of girls in high heels crossing downtown streets and have to shake my head and wonder what planet I’m from that this seems strange, when me and my sneaker clad feet are so clearly in the minority.
So we're through another election and almost nothing I voted for passed (libraries and schools, folks; this is a no brainer), and network neutrality took a hit in House. Sigh. At least I can say I did my civic duty and thus preserved my right to bitch.
And speaking of laws and rules, can we switch to a horse of a slightly different color and talk about stupid P.C. sports rules for a minute?
It was an odd weekend of ups and downs, to be sure.