Friday, 18 October 2013

IF MY FRIENDS ALL JUMPED OFF A BRIDGE . . . I'D CALL 911



Recently two acquaintances in my age-group (30 is the new 50 so you figure it out) have excitedly (and I am talking rapid breathing, giggling, foot stomping, etc) informed me that they are HIP women  because they have brand new SKINNY JEANS and new HIGH BOOTS! There's more . . . they both added that I too can be hip if only I would wear said skinny jeans and boots.

 As if. So not going to happen.

First of all, I have never been hip. Hippy Yes. But not HIP. And by HIPPIE I do not mean wearing flowing garments with flowers in my hair waving the peace sign - I mean HIPPY. As in, 'Open the door wider so I can fit through.'

Second of all, in skinny jeans my legs would resemble those of a stegosaurus, and while dinosaurs have a high 'cool' factor, appearing like one unintentionally is NOT cool.

So. I'll be the one in the relaxed jeans, maybe even with BELL-BOTTOMS.

I wonder if people will still sit next to me in the lunch room?