Higher ed.

Well, of course that. Sigh. I am reading a paper I was asked to be a peer-reviewer on, and it's right up my (old) alley of research (she cites me!) but MAN is it reminding me why I left academia proper. So much talk, so little meaning.

Our office dress code is "business casual," which means no shirts, no jeans, no T-shirts, no sandals or flip-flops. I once got away with wearing one sandal and one regular shoe (with socks) for a few days after I'd broken a toe, and a regular shoe was just too uncomfortable. If we meet with anyone outside the agency, it's "business wear" -- which caused a little embarrassment at a recent meeting of an interagency working group, where I was in suit and tie, and all the other men were wearing oxford shirts and khakis.

My impression (which could be wrong) is that women have somewhat more leeway in what counts as business wear. Probably because men have a traditional uniform with a suit and tie, while women don't have that tradition.

amych, you'd love this. "I argue that the ideology of the sword makes it invaluable as an instrument of diacritica, and therefore it is the hierarchical structure training and corresponding social status that mediates the consumption of the blade."

My impression (which could be wrong) is that women have somewhat more leeway in what counts as business wear. Probably because men have a traditional uniform with a suit and tie, while women don't have that tradition.

I got shit from a guy who complained I could wear a T-shirt to work. Rather than explain it wasn't a T-shirt like he'd wear, I pointed out he could wear the same damned pants to work for two weeks and no one would care, and he did back down. It's just not the same territory.

See, I find that the sword is invaluable as an instrument of smacking the other guy around and making him consume the blade, but I was pretty much doomed from the start when it comes to traditional academia.

How do you consume a blade? Other than painfully?

Well, my cowboy boots are 2 years older than my kids, (I got them in New Zealand), so there's that part. And my mom repaired the hood of my Irish sweater, so I am pretty pleased with the longevity of some of my travel purchases.

I don't know why I wanted cowboy boots so badly, but I'm glad I have them.

Pretentious, secretly English, or what?

Higher ed.

A pretention, secretly English higher educator.

Happy Birthday, Dana!

Unfortunately my plan to popularise denim skirts does not seem to have spread like wildfire.

You only think this because you can't see my outfits. I've totally been wearing denim skirts more these days. And getting compliments.

Though, I should confess, baby J noted I was not wearing tights with my skirt yesterday. She doesn't understand that grown up clothes rules are not the same as three year old clothes rules. It should also be noted she was wearing a red and white cowgirl outfit with a shiny silver hat. She looked like an adorable mini-stripper.

I have good black cowboy boots which I never wear anymore. I actually bought them *before* we moved to Wyoming, too.

I just ate a Three Musketeers bar for lunch. I'm thinking a cupcake for dessert, just to be completely decadent.