Can't you see him oppressing me?
Yes, the Holy Grail spoke directly to me this morning, when I decided I needed to wear pantyhose. Because it looks better with a dress. Because I wanted to look professional for an interview. Because I spend so little time in an office setting, I need to totally immerse myself in the experience every chance I get.
Now, I am back home with pantyhose clinging to my ribs; I am not sure whether I will change, or try to June Cleaver it all day. Might be fun. I do kinda feel like a girl, in this getup.