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Monday, May 19, 2003
Makeover:
So, a lot of you (okay, one person) has asked me what career-related stuff is keeping me so busy that I have to get a wang-obsessed baby giraffe to post for me. (By the way, the baby giraffe is so upset that none of you commented on her entry that she is in a corner alternately eating Zoloft and weeping uncontrollably. You should be ashamed of yourselves.) Anyway, speaking at the conference lit a fire under my ass to do some things about my career. I have been fairly successful so far just cruising along on my own brilliant intelligence and sharp wit, but I figured I needed to really take some action to make sure that my career keeps heading in the fantabulous direction that it's been in for a while. This plan involves a three-pronged attack of sorts, the first prong of which concerns my appearance.
Now, don't get me wrong: I don't come to the office in cut-off jean shorts and a Miller Lite t-shirt smelling faintly of cheese or anything like that. I just have a penchant for dressing in a certain way that belies my former status as the queen of all the desert Goths. Basically, at least 85% of my wardrobe is comprised of dark-colored clothing. In addition to that, because I have been spoiled by my business-casual environment, which tends to be more casual than business, I have kind of lost my touch for appearing professional. This was glaringly obvious to me at the conference, where all the other female speakers were wearing some variation of the polo-shirt-with-khakis look. Since I look positively hideous in that type of outfit, I need to figure out an alternative that will present a professional appearance while still making me look relatively non-frumpy. So I've decided to give my wardrobe a little makeover; we're calling it a "wardrobe refresh" because we like to sound pretentious like that.
Since a wardrobe refresh involves shopping, this is more fun than the other prongs of my three-pronged attack (more on those in a later post). However, there is one aspect of this shopping extravaganza that is somewhat unpleasant for me.
Bra shopping.
See, I haven't worn a bra with any regularity in the last 3 years or so. I don't really "need" to, for support reasons anyway, because my boobs are small and perky. But when I wear certain outfits, I'm sure that my braless status is somewhat obvious to others, so I think I need to start wearing one again. I'm all annoyed about this because I find them to be very uncomfortable and irritating, but I'm willing to sacrifice my comfort to spare people the pain and horror of having to see my nipples waving hello in the brisk morning wind. I am concerned that this new bra-wearing phenomenon will be the beginning of a slippery slope into normalcy, though, so I beg you, if I start saying things like "I really enjoy the new Laura Ashley print" or "Don't you think tattoo removal should be covered under my HMO plan?", please shoot me in the fucking face.
babbled by Kat @ 2:37:00 PM |
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