So y'all are probably wondered what happened to me as it's been a couple
weeks since I've posted. I'm still here, even more so now that I'm working and mommin' from home 24/7. Honestly,coronapocalypse struck in a big way for me.
At work, we had to cancel ALL of our programming--meetings, classes, day trips, and extended excursions--yikes! I say had, but at the point when we did it, it was a conscious choice by yours truly. I couldn't fathom one of my people getting sick, or worse, and spreading it to others with the same results. Better safe, than sorry, especially in this instance.
Running? Still happening, but still a little random. Hoping to sort that out this week, as I repeat Week 5. It looks like most of life is canceled for the foreseeable future anyhow, so there should be plenty of time to focus.
Work? Still happening from my home command central--nothing like a global pandemic to get you to finally clear off your desk at home! Hours are pretty random--like before anyone else wakes up, and when the tiny person is napping. We do what we can when we can.
Homelife? A LOT of togetherness. In some ways, it's nice to just chill. The active, busy person in me, is secretly dying inside, but now is a time for rest and recharging so we can hit the ground running when life returns to normal. We are trying to stay home as much as possible--but reserving time for the playground, walkies, and runs. I may have to find a new audiobook though...don't think reading The Shining is such a good plan right now...
Food? American has no fear of starving--and neither do we. I tried to stock up as much as possible and work with what we have on hand. Of course, takeout is still available for those days when cooking just isn't in the cards. Everyone has to take a moment (or months) to slow down. Meals at home, time for play, a nap now and again.
So friends, sit back, relax, and stay well. I'm going to try to--and update on the regular schedule again.
It's yet again another presidential election year. No matter your stance, we can mostly all agree that pants, much like the presidential candidates, just don't fit right. No matter what size I've been, I've never had a pair of pants that fit exactly right. I've also never had a candidate for which I was willing to campaign. Mostly it's my Buttigieg that gets in the way.
What's the deal with pants anyway? Women haven't been wearing them all
that long, and maybe that's part of the problem. Who wears the pants in the family? Men...and definitely Amy Klobuchar.
Prior to the 1960s and 70s, most women just didn't wear pants. Unless you had something in your life to do that involved exercise or work, which required more fluidity of movement, you stuck to your skirts. Prior to WWII, even those women that donned slacks remained behind closed doors--something to be worn only at home or work, not in the public eye. Joe Biden and Donald Trump probably remember those days, right?
So pants are a relatively new thing for women, and admittedly, it's hard to get the different curves just right when sewing them into the fabric. Standard sizing is a joke. I could wear a size 4 in one brand, and an 8 in another--ladies cut off your tags! No one should care about her size because it's essentially meaningless anyway, much like Bloomberg's texts.
So what do we do? Make our own garments? Savagely protest societal norms? Burn barrels of Levis, Gloria Vanderbilt, and Lee? Yeah, we don't have time for that. We have careers to run, children to raise, and rights to fight for. Pants shouldn't be the battle we have to fight when we're busy fighting for our place in the White House, the Senate, the board room, or the head of the table.
Do we just wear skirts? Hell no! I mean, go ahead and wear one if you want, we shouldn't be restricted. *cough* Elizabeth Warren. I just think we should keep complaining. It's 2020--I was promised flying cars 20 years ago. Where are they? The same place that fit technology resides, apparently. We can spot a dime from space with a spy satellite, but we can't make a sensible pair of chinos fit hips? What has NASA been doing for the last few decades, anyway?
So keep up the fight. Political or pants. Wearing slacks doesn't make women more masculine. Wearing pants doesn't make women feminists or butch or radicals. Wearing jeans doesn't suggest that a woman wants trouble or let herself go. Wearing pants is necessary for all the important work we do, and dammit, they should fit.
Nevertheless, she persisted.
