They replaced Bush with a new half-retarded cyborg and started the massive cover-up. Again.

Oh, Jilli, I'm sure Pete knows already and just thinks you're putting a brave face on it. And a brave corset, and two brave petticoats, and a brave velvet jacket, a brave top hat with a silver bird skull, brave bat-shaped sunglasses, a brave ruffly Edwardian blouse, a brave pink-and-black pinstriped bustle skirt, brave pointy-toed shoes, brave Vamp lipstick, braved arched bangs and eyebrows, and a brave coffin purse, all augmented by the occasional brave hoopskirts and brave parasol.

You poor dear, all eaten up with the morbid shyness and visceral rejection of all things female like you are. ::hands Jilli a consolatory petit four and a lace handkerchief misted with lavender water::

So the grenade didn't go off: [link]

I wear tight jeans -- when I want my cooter to be numb. Which is not often.

I wear tight trousers a lot more often than I wear tight jeans. Canvas isn't terribly supple/gentle, you know? Unless there's a spandex component.

I missed a really interesting coversation, looks like! I'm killing the next hour until my phone interview (meep!), so I'm going to distract myself by talking about it long after it's ended.

I dress and primp for myself. I've gone through all kinds of phases in my style from huge flannel shirts and ripped jeans in high school (hello, early 90's) to everything from hippie flowy skirts to crazy short punk minis in college...and then to more conservative suits when I started teaching (since at the time I was only four years older than most of my students). Only in the past couple of years have I finally settled into the weird style that is really mine. It is comfortable, but it is also somewhat sexy. I love getting dressed up (though I don't necessarily mean dressed up in a formal sense--any type of going out outfit counts, even if it's just going out to see friends). If people think I look sexy, that's fine, but that's not really why I dress the way I do. I like the way I look when I take some time with make-up and such, and I sure as hell don't wax for anyone but myself. I'm certainly not saying that I don't think at all about how other people view me, but I know it's not just for them since I tend to get made up and dressed up even when I'm not going out.

This long rambling post brought to you courtesy of pre-interview jitters.

You poor dear, all eaten up with the morbid shyness and visceral rejection of all things female like you are. '

Gracious, yes. That's me, alright.

::hands Jilli a consolatory petit four and a lace handkerchief misted with lavender water::

Ooh! Tiny cakes!

All of my jeans have spandex in them. It's the only way they'll fit right out of the dryer.

t looks at wardrobe

What the hell does mine say baout me, sexually, I wonder?

My jeans all have stretch, too. The better to show off my ass femininity.

Right now, however, I am wearing leather pants, and am on my way out the door. (NYC-based TAR fans are encouraged to watch CBS news after the finale tonight and tell me how good my ass looks.)