i wore a skirt yesterday to work.
mostly because it was 97 degrees out and just too hot to wear one of my usual 13-year-old skater kid ensembles, but also because i just didn't have anything more interesting and/or clean to put on.
those of you who know me well (or, really, at all) know that i have a really confused body. i am 5'2", a size 6 (sometimes an 8), and a runner. and i think i'm fat.
so to actually put on a SHORT p-rock skirt (mine is old school and actually shorter) and venture out into the world was a big step for me.
and it was creepy.
the express bus driver who NEVER stops for me (because i'm at the second to the last stop, and he just doesn't want to bother taking me 7 blocks -- i take the bus from the train when i'm late for work, instead of walking) stopped for me. and was really, really nice.
the new female digital tech at our photo shoot treated me like a dumb blonde.
the male digital techs spent way more time in our studio than they ever have before.
our stylist's brother told me he bet i was "the boss" and could "crack the whip" occasionally. okaaaayyyyy. i guess that's one way to put it, yeah. freak.
i got TWO free pints of beer at St. Mark's Ale House. (YES!)
i got the WORST service and food i've ever had at Raj Mahal on curry row. (and proceeded to get sick off the vegetarian dinner. weird and icky. i feel like i've been hit by a Mac Truck.)
so what have i learned?
young dirty white boys and older bus drivers/bartenders really like the schoolgirl look.
women and Indian restauranteurs don't.
discuss.
mostly because it was 97 degrees out and just too hot to wear one of my usual 13-year-old skater kid ensembles, but also because i just didn't have anything more interesting and/or clean to put on.
those of you who know me well (or, really, at all) know that i have a really confused body. i am 5'2", a size 6 (sometimes an 8), and a runner. and i think i'm fat.
so to actually put on a SHORT p-rock skirt (mine is old school and actually shorter) and venture out into the world was a big step for me.
and it was creepy.
the express bus driver who NEVER stops for me (because i'm at the second to the last stop, and he just doesn't want to bother taking me 7 blocks -- i take the bus from the train when i'm late for work, instead of walking) stopped for me. and was really, really nice.
the new female digital tech at our photo shoot treated me like a dumb blonde.
the male digital techs spent way more time in our studio than they ever have before.
our stylist's brother told me he bet i was "the boss" and could "crack the whip" occasionally. okaaaayyyyy. i guess that's one way to put it, yeah. freak.
i got TWO free pints of beer at St. Mark's Ale House. (YES!)
i got the WORST service and food i've ever had at Raj Mahal on curry row. (and proceeded to get sick off the vegetarian dinner. weird and icky. i feel like i've been hit by a Mac Truck.)
so what have i learned?
young dirty white boys and older bus drivers/bartenders really like the schoolgirl look.
women and Indian restauranteurs don't.
discuss.
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Who knows -- maybe you were have an "it" day where you were sending out different "waves" and people were picking up on it. A change / new / different confidence does wonders, even if it's on a subconscience level!
And we need to hang sometime -- there's a new bar on bedford that opened or maybe someplace else!
glad i could contribute to science...