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Dear Arcane Work Attire Rules

28 Oct

Dear Arcane Work Attire Rules,

Did you guys know that most hotels require their female employees to wear pantyhose? At all times? Including under their pants?

UNDER THEIR PANTS, PEOPLE.

This isn’t some rule like, “skirts of an appropriate length,” or even “elbows must be covered.”

Also Disneyland. And Disneyworld. Full skirts, full jackets, pantyhose under the pants.

Are their bosses encouraged to check? “Let me just pinch this thigh here and see if I can snap it outward…Nope? That’s flesh? Ouch, that must’ve hurt. Well, into the punishment coat room with you!”

Hotels, Disneyland, and Disneyworld: tourist spots, Southern California, and Florida. Hot, hot, and Florida.

I’ve been following Kate Middleton’s fashion, you guys, and they even let her wear pants sometimes. You know, just pants. I mean, I guess the photographs don’t really show that stretchy, oppressively tight nude shimmer beneath her clothes…but you can usually tell if you look at the feet. Skin’s just not that shiny. It doesn’t catch light in that way. It’s sort of like R. Pattz on a cloudy vs. a sunny day.

Men apparently are allowed to wear socks with their pants. This is because men’s legs, when covered by fabric, are appropriate for public and considered what we call “family-friendly.” Women’s legs are just so DAMN SEXY that they need the force-field strength repellent of nude pantyhose to keep them from going full Jessica Rabbit.

Plus the “control top” really helps smooth out those unsightly womanly curves that come from having a womb.

MM

PS— Pantyhose. under. pants.

PPS– When I was writing this, I kept typing “pantyhouse.” But that’s a whole different thing. It’s a lot sexier, probably.

Dear Flies

10 Jun

Dear Flies,

If you’re so evolved — and by that I mean clearly you will survive the apocalypse and you have an uncanny ability to escape our attempts to capture you or keep you from landing on our food–

THEN WHY CAN’T YOU FIND THE DAMN OPEN WINDOW?

Can’t you smell or see or something that would allow you to find fresh air?

Seriously. I mean, seriously.

MM

Dear Girl Who Had a Long and Detailed Conversation About Techniques for Fake Tanning in the Library

21 Apr

Dear Girl Who Had a Long and Detailed Conversation About Techniques for Fake Tanning in the Library,

UGH.

no love,

MM

Dear Swimming

3 Jan

Dear Swimming,

You have always seemed like a poor workout option.  Working out, by definition, makes me want to breathe in an even more desperate way than usual and, according to my experiential research, humans can’t breathe underwater.

Also, swimming has always seemed like the one type of exercise where if I get too tired, the consequences are lethal.  Literally.  If I stop swimming, that’s called drowning, aka dying.

Whereas if I get tired during yoga and lie down, that’s called Shavasana and you’re supposed to do that.  If I get tired during running and I stop, that’s called walking or taking a cab. It might be embarrassing, but I live to blush and make up lies about where I was and why I’m paying a taxi to drive me five blocks.

I guess the other workout you really don’t want to stop during is rock climbing. Then you not only die, you PLUNGE TO YOUR CERTAIN DEATH.

Which really sounds quite dramatic.

Best not to workout at all, really.

MM

Dear Person Who Wrote “Veggie House” on a Poster

10 Dec

Dear Person Who Wrote “Veggie House” on a Poster,

Yeah, you, the one advertising for an “awesome roommate to live in super veggie house.”

Dude, is your house made of vegetables or what.

Because if not, that’s false advertising and I can sue you with all the meat-filled rage in my heart.

That’s right.  Just because I, too, sometimes shop at Whole Foods doesn’t mean I’m not a hater (obvs, actually.  Wouldn’t you assume people at Whole Foods are actually more hater-y?), and right now I’m hating you.  A lot.  With the energy I get from eating meat and fish, just the way God and Michael Pollan intended.

MM

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