Skirts are awesome. The tight slinky kind that hugs the ass. The short, flared kind that swishes a little when walking. The long elegant ones that just brush the floor, and the ones that make a wide sweeping circle when spinning. I love all of these skirts. I especially love discretely handing Sir my panties when I’m wearing one of them. ;-)
I do however hate ONE kind of skirt.
Red. Plaid. Uniform skirts.
I went to a private school. In this private school, we wore uniforms. Uniforms with red plaid skirts. Now, I can’t deny that I had a pretty good education, but overall the experience wasn’t exactly fun. Kinda left me with some issues, but I’m not here to talk about the damage my school peers did to my young emotional state. I’m here to talk about skirts. If you have ever gone shopping for a uniform you know it is agonizingly boring, and the entire process is uncomfortable. On top of that, if that skirt gets a damn centimeter too short BOOM! Demerit. Because you know, you have to punish children for growing and girls for showing an extra sliver of knee.
*beleaguered sigh*
So yeah maybe the skirt itself isn’t the problem, but I can’t help it. Every time I see one I just think BURN! BURN FOUL DEVIL CLOTHING!
I don’t know maybe one day I’ll get over it. Cover one with black belts and hope the punk rock kills the negative connotation. Please do not let my thing in any way impede your enjoyment of this skirt. I’m going to go put on a white floral one just to feel pretty.
Next week on: What random ass thing can I relate back to an emotional issue!? Country music!
(I am extremely kidding)