Jilli's bloomers are still inside pants. I have seen Jilli's inside clothes, and lo, they are very much Inside Clothes.

Stretch velvet skirts and baby tees from concerts. VERY much Inside Clothes.

Stretch velvet skirts and baby tees from concerts. VERY much Inside Clothes.

You're not wearing fleece sweet pants, though, now are you?

MsBelle, may I tag?

too many people in one place who look the same scare me. I keep waiting for the bell to go off, so they'll all know when to take the pills.

She has a NMBC hoodie.

Says the woman with Heidi coils on her noggin.

One crown braid, when my hair's long enough, requires no pins. Just a hair tie. And then I weave the ends into the braid, and it lasts for days.

Time to confess -- I own one of those sunggly things. There will be no pictures - EVER. But even though I don't get cold very often -- when I do it takes me hours and hours to get warm. and they are really nice to wear when you need some extra comfort.

Wait, how do you weave the ends into the braid? I have braid end issues. When I have long hair, that is.

Right now I have the worst hair ever from the growing out of the bad emo cut over the summer. But I'm miserable from looking for hairdressers. I'm half inclined to just cut it myself so that I can just say I cut it myself when I go in, and not have to explain about the previous cut.

I tend to have very specific ideas about my hair, but the ideas and the execution are separate things. But I badly, badly need it cut and I don't know what to do with it.

If you object to inside pants, you'll love me. I don't have a between work clothes and pajamas wardrobe; I just wear my pajamas to work. Admittedly that's only down the hallway and doesn't count as Outside, but I rarely get dressed if I'm not going into the field. Why should I? Putative Tim Gunn can kiss my yoga pants clad ass.

"I think there is a gay and secular fascism in this country that wants to impose its will on the rest of us, is prepared to use violence, to use harassment. I think it is prepared to use the government if it can get control of it. I think that it is a very dangerous threat to anybody who believes in traditional religion," - Newt Gingrich, referring to the 18,000 married couples just forced apart after a Mormon-funded campaign against equal rights in California.

Newt, I'm quite certain none of them want to marry you. Stop worrying.

I've been sporting an angled bob for eons. Is it wrong of me to be cranky at Ms. Posh for running the look in to the ground?

I tend to grow it long so I can wear it up in elaborate 'dos.

I wish I could put mine up in elaborate 'dos. It's just the combo of thick, mostly straight, yet somewhat fine that adds up to "Not staying up in any kind of style without enough product to produce a hole in the ozone with your name on it." I am growing it out though. Probably to at least shoulder length. Maybe longer. We'll see.

Is it wrong of me to be cranky at Ms. Posh for running the look in to the ground?

No. Esp. 'cause you rock it harder.

After reading all the Inside Pants posts (and the faux [?] scorn from Hec), I've come to the conclusion that Hec is really Fernando from 1980s Saturday Night Live. ("It is better to look good than to feel good.")

My hair is fucking LONG (like shoulder length), to appease The Boy, because he's one of Those Guys who likes long hair on women regardless of whether the style looks like ass or not. They're just happy to see hair hair hair hair hair. WTF *is* that???

And I hate that I'm the kind of woman who will grow her hair to appease a man. (Or cut it for the same reason. IJS.) I think I have to burn my feminist membership card now.

And if I cut it to make *me* happy, he'll grumble, and I'll have to smack him and remind him that MY hair is not HIS possession.

(But if I cut my hair, I'm afraid he'll grow his long in retaliation. And I've seen pictures -- long hair is NOT attractive on him, yet he thinks it is. Oh dear god. There seriously are no words.)

(And, uh, to be totally honest, I've probably mostly let my hair grow because my -- what do you call it? -- mood disorder has me in a place where I don't give a shit about how I look, and longer hair means ponytail. Maybe it's time for antidepressants and a haircut.)