I like crop/capri pants. I'm a bit too tall for regular length but too short for talls so pants end up short on me and at least crops are suppposed to look that way. Although I really like capri lenght (that hit just below the knee) than crops.

I think I look stupid in capris, and therefore I resent their total domination.

My jeans do fit over my cast, though, so I consider that quite a score.

does it mean I am no longer a prospective meeeeellionaire?

Pretty much precisely.

I have been told many times of a trainee krav instructor. During her phase training (one phase per belt, at the end of which you're allowed to teach or assist those classes) she mock taught in front of this guy. His reaction was, "Very nice. Now do it in your grownup voice." I cannot imagine how that must have felt (I avoid opportunities for this guy to have any reaction to me at all--he's a brilliant kravver, marvellous teacher, but he firmly believes in crafting new instructors throgh high temperature procedures).

However, I find myself saying just that under my breath when overhearing some work conversations. C'mon, people.

I don't like gauchos. I just can't be fond of a look that spawns off the wifebeater/a-shirt phenomenom that you can go out in your pajamas. ::glares at Britney Spears and the Olsen Twins::

The Washington Post fashion writer - known for her ability to plumb the depths of the shallowest subject - recently had a little rant against flip-flops (mostly on women). Also ... sweat rags? guys wearing pieces of gray-ish cloth on their heads?

I don't like gauchos. This is a bit of a problem, because my best friend LOVES flowy, almost-enough-fabric-to-be-a-skirt gauchos with a scary and obsessive love. But since she doesn't quite get my need to wear petticoats everyday, it balances out.

Also ... sweat rags? guys wearing pieces of gray-ish cloth on their heads?

Do rags?

I just can't be fond of a look that spawns off the wifebeater/a-shirt phenomenom that you can go out in your pajamas.

I don't get the link between this look and gauchos.

My car dealership just called, and the plastic strip thing on my car wasn't ripped, it was just detached, so they fixed it without any charge. Go them!

ita, no, the way she described them it's a square of cloth laid over a man's head ... seemingly to absorb sweat after some kind of strenuous exercise but (according to her) being worn by people who never break a sweat. And her complaint was that it was not necessary, not appropriate, and always seemed to need washing. Nothing as classy as a do rag (which I've see a fair number of and know they have another purpose).

Pants. Shirts.

I beseech Thee, O Gawds Of Your Choice, let them not begin on footwear. Else, we will be forever here.

Forefend, also, cutlery.