post the forty-fifth, 2013

i enjoy wearing yoga pants more than i enjoy yoga. i mean, yoga's okay and all, but the pants are fabulous -- so soft and stretchy, never binding or constricting, never gaping or sagging, always moving and breathing. just lovely. do they look lovely? well, they look lovely on the hangar when the hangar's hanging on the rack. on people... well, opinions differ. as for me, i think they look okay on most people and on the rest of us, well who really gives a fig newton. people wear all sorts of terrible things that look all sorts of terrible ways - plumbers in their saggy pants, teenagers sluffing around in uggs, all manner of folk in all manner of poorly selected, ill-fitting clothing. we're all just a bunch of slobs, why shouldn't some of us be comfortable? why? WHY. no reason. comfort is not a crime. does my comfort offend you? does it? well then. perhaps you should avert your eyes.

looking good!
(technically, not me.)