i have long believed that leggings and tights cannot pass as pants, and recently, they've been masquerading as such. every time i interact with someone who is wearing them, especially tights, with a regular shirt, the following conversation plays through my mind:
"oh, hi, there you are. oh, and there's your labia. glad the three of us are meeting here as equals."
imagine my dismay when i went shopping yesterday and came home with my very own pair of jeggings, which are ridiculous for the aforementioned reasons AND have a silly name. they were on sale, though, and i couldn't help noticing that they had an elastic waistband. (don't worry--i bought a ball-gown length shirt to go with them, too.)
i am a hypocrite. i wore them all day long, and now i'm looking for a long enough shirt to justify wearing them tomorrow, too. if you see me strutting around wearing jeggings and a nightgown this weekend, that'll be your clue that i've finally got it all figured out.
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