Okay so all of you are no help. I thought maybe one of you might comment on a good blog host that doesn't rip you off, but apparently not. And because life is so hectic with my constant search for some sort of employment, which includes numerous attempts at reinventing myself, I just can't find the time to find a new home on my own. So before I explode from all the pent up rants, I decided to just continue on here until, well, until I don't.
Anyway, today I decided to institute a dress code on the ark. Now, as someone who at times dresses somewhat eclectically occasionally sporting a short skirt and cowboy boots, other times wearing leather pants, or an authentic witch's cape, but more often donning a pair of jeans and a sweater, I am the first to say you should wear what you want...within reason.
Today, I am sitting in Starbucks (I know again) and in walks this 40 something woman in a very short black dress, and I mean VERY short. Either she bought it in the junior's section or she is wearing it as a dress when it is meant to be more of a tunic with leggings. She forgot the leggings. Tights would have still been obscene, but better, but she seems to have forgotten those too. Hell, she wasn't even wearing nylons. Now I never wear nylons; they aren't my thing, but naked legs under this way too short dress? She was just begging for attention. Well she got it. I was staring and so were many others, but not in the "look at that hot thing with the nice legs?" way, but in the "Whoa, what the hell were you thinking?" way. And yes I am sure even the guys were thinking that because the man next to me who brought his son in had a horrified look on his face, and the older gentleman in the corner was shaking his head. I just looked at her with a disgusted expression on my face and started this blog. So here is the dress code: If at any time in any position in a public place on the ark, we can see something that God gave you that was only meant for private eyes, you’re off the ark, probably via the railing at the side.
