Perfect jeans: low-rise (but not so low my undies hang out) boot-cut, with a bit of stretch.

Enthusiastically seconded.

Congrats, vw!!

And speaking of jobs, fucking fuck fuck fuck. As soon as my mom wins points for pointing me to a potential hook-up, she burns them all away by telling me to get a lab position. If I wanted to work in a fucking lab, I would have stayed in grad school. Working in a lab gives me no useful experience in the medical communications field. Then she goes on about how she thought I was going to be a scientist doing research, so what did I study? What was the point of all that glorious education if I wasn't going to have a fucking doctorate and work in a fucking lab and cure fucking cancer? I feel like killing myself to shut her the hell up.

Boot-cut is good if you've got a big bum but don't want to look like you do, because they end up looking straight rather than flared. Worn with heels they lengthen the leg too.

Boot-cuts are included in the Aimee Lexicon of Jeans and Trousers "straight legs". I almost exclusively wear them. They are perfect for most body styles.

Boot-cuts are included in the Aimee Lexicon of Jeans and Trousers "straight legs".

Ah, I misunderstood.

I feel like killing myself to shut her the hell up.

Or you can just, you know, ignore her. You don't have to give what she says any more weight than you give anyone offering unsolicited advice. If a homeless preacher ont he corner yelled at you to "Accept Jesus or Die" you'd just find that amusing. It's the same way with your mom. You can't stop her from telling you what to do with your life, but it's really just noise. I think your problem is that you want her to feel differently. You wnat her to feel the way you do and have your values. She won't, and why should she? She isn't going to change her opinion about what she thinks is best and neither are you. Luckily, it's your life and you are making the choices.

As usual, you are wise, Robin, and I understand. It's still so goddamn frustrating.

And the parents have special power. It doesn't ruin my day when a friend of mine suggested the same thing (lab job) a couple days ago. Of course, she didn't then claim that working in a lab is the One True Way to Happiness and Success.

Unfortunately, I hate the look of shirts etc. hanging out, it just looks unutterably sloppy to me. And it screams "I'm trying to hide the fact I'm not a twig!", too. The shirts always ride up on my big ass, too, and I'm always having to tug them down.

Ah, I misunderstood.

Nah, I just figure everyone knows what I mean, all the time, even when I'm not speaking.

I feel all productive today. Of course, that productivity has meant I spent 2 hours working on homework instead of work work, but I got my stuff done for class tomorrow night. And this makes me happy.

Tomorrow, I spend all day at a Catholic high school observing. I've never stepped foot in a private school, so this should be fun!