This is the main reason for my general annoyance with lack of size regulation in the fashion industry…
men’s pants are labeled by waist and inseam measurement. women’s pants are labeled by voodoo. even though i do not buy women’s pants, i can recognize this as objectively dumb.
THE NOTES ON THIS
because i can’t stress this enough. this is why i don’t let the numbers get to me. as jumpingjacktrash so eloquently said “women’s pants are labeled by voodoo.”
so when boys make fun of girls taking forever to shop and trying everything on
WE FUCKING HAVE TO OR NOTHING WILL FIT
the reason the numbers get so fucked is because someone thought separating teenagers clothes and “adult” clothes into separate sizes was a good idea. odd numbers mean you wearing something from the juniors section and even is something from misses. Junior clothes start smaller and at a 00 and end at 11?? i think. so yeah a 7 or 9 in juniors is about equivalent to a 4 in misses. which is fucking stupid. I like to say i’m a 4 because if i say i’m a 9 it sounds worse.
liquor before beer youre in the clear
beer before liquor youll be okay dont be a little bitch
this is the most accurate representation of this scene
this is my linen closet, *shows you some towels*
and this is my lenin closet *shows you communist propaganda*
I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.
My intent is to tell the truth as I know it, realizing that what is true for me may be blasphemy for others.
Percentage wise, it is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them — especially when you were supposed to do them. In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
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