Hm. I remember wearing lingerie as outerwear in the 80s. Though I guess the flashdance off-the-shoulder look was usualy braless.

Hmm... well, once Madonna did it it barely existed in our world, but it was pretty risque or trashy or something.

Flashdance was good for two things--teaching everyone how to cut up our sweatshirts in creative ways, and teaching me how to take off my bra without taking off my shirt (it had never occurred to me to do so before seeing that movie).

Of course, now I am wondering why they were called jams in the first place. I sewed a crapload of them when I was in the 9th grade!

Weren't jams actually Jams, a brand of surf shorts? The Kleenex of shorts. If the brand is no longer around, there would be no reason to keep calling them that.

Bwah! I saw 200+ posts and assumed a kerfuffle, but it was just good old-fashioned fashion snark.

I love the idea of wearing flip-flops to work, but there doesn't seem to be much of a middle ground between beach/shower shoes (all plastic, thin soles, cheap cheap cheap), and the overpriced fugly "fashion" flip-flops that I wouldn't be caught dead in. All I really want is a pair with thick enough soles that I can wear them outside in NYC (since with open-toed shoes, it's important that the toes not actually come close to touching the ground), cloth uppers so they don't look like shower shoes, and to be under $15, because damnit, they're still flip-flops.

DX and billytea will especially appreciate this. (Hec, maybe not so much.)

Heh. Was just emailing with my brother, sharing the Cat in the Bag tale. He has a couple of former street-cats himself (I believe I've posted their passport pictures a time or two...). Misha and Vitya, short for Mikhail and...

wait a minute, how the hell did I never know that the tuxedo cat's full name is Viktor Penguinovich!?!

FLIPFLOPS ARE TOO FUCKING EXPENSIVE.

Or I'm shopping in the wrong places. And I include Target in this. They shouldn't cost me more than $10. I'm just wanting a pair of crappy shower shoes, something to keep my feet off the grime for a quick few minutes.

Hmm. Just realised--I was watching an ep of Saved and worrying that the little kid would go blind.

For no particular reason, until I realised it was the younger Ray Charles from Ray. Pookie.

Basic business etiquette - cause this has never come up in my life before.

I'm addressing someone with two titles - VP in the parent corporations plus co-publisher in the subsidiary imprint. I'm contacting him in the latter position. Do I simply address him by the second title, or do I include the first as well? (I don't think I'd handle royality well.)

Addressing as in a letter?

In the address bit, put both titles, on separate lines.

In the salutation, put Dear VP So-and-So. (If Mr. or Dr. isn't appropriate.)

Dear Indian Restaurant,

Bring me my fucking dinner. You are three blocks away, and I called you almost an hour ago. Also, you are closing in 2 minutes.

No love,

Very Hungry Jess

And I include Target in this. They shouldn't cost me more than $10.

I wait until Target's go on sale. They are usually under $10. But some are fugly. I have a few pairs that are suedish with irridescent beadwork, which always makes me smile (I think I had the lavendar ones last fall.) I wouldn't wear them to the store, but at least they are purty. Of course, lately, the cheap functional ones on sale are the foam sole+ clear plastic thongs. Which aren't purty. But, functional and inoffensive.

Cat in the Bag tale.

Whirr? I had a cat in the bag earlier tonight. Catnip+ paper bag=comedy. Until they decide to sleep on the bag. Both my cats think it is prime bedding. There have been several mini-dramas and they try to claim sitting rights to The Bag (now sadly squashed.)

T's dad stopped by with her on the way home tonight. To tell me he was enjoying the book I loaned. (Bean Trees by Kingsolver. Figured it was harmless enough.) Erg? Actually, what's funny is that she is so patently 11 year old Embarassed! by dad. Which I reassure her not to be. But that's the age.