beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary
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Dress codes
Is this not the face of an inflatable sex-surrogate?
What will she do when she's not on American Idol anymore? Get a job as a Traci Lords impersonator?
My day starts badly whenever the coffee filter collapses inside the basket and the coffee turns out weak. And it's deceptively weak. The color looks okay, but it's weak. So I have to start all over. Oh, how I suffer!
But the day also started with early-morning email from sister Nilla and from Kitty. Nilla has been reporting the fashion choices of Prima and Secunda as they bound into spring. Yesterday was a scooter skirt for Secunda and a sleeveless hoodie dress (and hairband, of course) for Prima. Cuties. Stone-cold cuties, they are.
A scooter skirt! It sounds so 50s. "You can have a scooter, young lady, but you have to wear a skirt. And the skirt has to have flaps so we can't see that your upper legs are separate."
I remember the big culottes controversy in sixth grade. We could wear culottes but they had to have front and back flaps. We could wear pants only as part of a "coordinated pantsuit." And this was at public school!
At the uber-WASP boarding school where I used to teach, the dress code banned painter pants and overalls - too blue-collar, I guess. At the school where I teach now in the summers, they just urge the kids to wear clothes, period. And at the nervous prep school in Boston, kids could wear whatever they wanted, but they couldn't sit on the chairs in the front lobby.
10:28 a.m. - 2003-04-17
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