“What, did you get dressed in the dark?!” Regina asked me as I walked into the classroom this afternoon. This, just because I was wearing bright blue pants, green socks and red shoes.
“Nice leisure suit,” Genevieve added.
“If you were wearing a gold chain and had a butt, you’d be at home in the Bronx,” observed Kim.
“You can buy butt inserts! You know, the kind you can stick on when you have a flat butt,” added Genevieve.
Me: “You guys make me feel so good about myself.”
“I just think it’s nice you feel so comfortable with us, to dress like that,” reassured Lauren. “You look kind of Smurfish. If only you had a white hat.”
Me: “Thanks a lot.”
Lauren: “No, really. Your pants look good with your eyes.”
Classist tramps.
So today, I dressed really carefully so that everything matched, and no one made fun of me — at least not for my attire. I’d made no fashion mistakes.
Meanwhile, Elka, our second-language acquisition professor (and my advisor and our supervisor in Mexico) had dressed hurriedly this morning. Not until she was meeting with us did she look down and realize she was wearing … two pairs of pants.
My ReCaptcha is “men abdomens.”