“Pardon me, daughter dear. . . .”
I have this favorite skirt. It’s a favorite because it’s easy and wrinkle-free, dressy with a forgiving fit, and because I got it dirt cheap after eyeballing it for full price at the beginning of the season. It’s also a favorite because of the consistent reaction I get when I wear it. Every single time my Dad (or another gentleman in the same demographic) politely tells me my slip is showing. It’s not. That’s the skirt you’re seeing in the thumbnail. That’s the style. But it’s gotten to the point now that I’m disappointed if my Dad doesn’t say something.
And I don’t mind really. He’s my Dad. He loves me, and he’s looking out for me. If my slip were showing, I’d want someone to tell me. It would be cruel not to say something, you know? Or even more cruel — to talk with his cohorts about my droopy petticoat.
And blogs are the same — like people. Quirky, personal, infuriating, inspiring, funny, goofy. . . . sometimes cheap (or open source), dressy, and wrinkle-free too! Like clothes they are public, but they are rarely as attention-getting to the big-wide world as they may seem. And if you see the blogger’s slip showing, it would be cruel not to say something, you know? But then again, maybe that’s the style?
cklewis on August 16th, 2007 | File Under Speak | No Comments -