Leggins...they're not cool man, not cool. I was affronted this week by a profusion of leggins and I just have to publicly voice the distress and utter dismay that crashed down upon my fashion sense. Granted, regularly walking around on college campuses in Arizona usually turns up an interesting variety of cheek baring mini-skirts, striped tubetops and insanely large sunglasses. I'm used to being surrounded by a fair amount of unflattering fashion. However, today alone I counted 6 pairs of legs donning leggins. Even on the sveltest of bods, the leggin cuts off the leg and rather harshly exposes the ankles to the elements. I love ankles, they're one of my favorite body parts and I just hate to see them offended so brazenly.
The term leggins (like fixins or chitlins) may appear as if it's missing the 'g' at the end. I like to reserve the term leggings for those occasions where it's legitimate to wear them. Those legitimate situations include but are not limited to ballet practice, yoga, pregnancy and the occasional stand-in for long underwear. In my opinion, leggins are best left for occasions involving eighties hair or mud wrastlin.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Substantive, As Usual
Posted by brinki dink at 7.2.07
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What up, B? This post made me laugh and miss you dearly.
Don't stop writing, lady. I check everyday. Sometimes twice.
All my love!
Stupid new blogger isn't letting me post at all. I have a note into their helpdesk asking for them to restore my account. :(
Stupid new blogger isn't letting me post at all. I have a note into their helpdesk asking for them to restore my account. :(
So, you're saying, B, if I mudwrastle, I can wear leggins? You're on, sister.
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