Why do you hate women?
Aren't things difficult enough without you? Some of "us" are still occupied with scrunchies, mom-job jeans, and carpool sweatsuits. I do not even need to mention those curious shirts made of synthetics that conveniently decompress into tiny, puckered poly-balls.
Yes, you're right. You were for a time an answer for those who used to fold and roll. And, for that sweet, sweet gift, we will always remember you. But now, like those gone before you: Members Only, leg warmers, mesh, and the singular glove phenomenon. You're time must come to an end.
I don't care if you can change - denim, floral, sport, zip-up, tie-waist, elastic, or suit pant. It's all too much or perhaps precisely not enough. You never really give me what I need ---full length. I have enough problems without you taking me from a 30 inch inseam to a 16.
Many of us may do not even know how bad you are for us. Toxic really. One thing is for sure - YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF OUR LIVES FOREVER.
No, there is nothing that makes you look better on me, not a heel, a boot, or a flop. And you are an immediate bust with a sock.
You've tried. But our time is done. Maybe we can see each other over some lonely stir fry, and have an old romp. But I am officially over you.
LYLAS,
c.
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