of vanity

I decided to dress up a little for work today. Fitted white shirt with a grey knee-length skirt that rides up just enough when I sit down. Pointy stilettos that go tick-tock-tick-tock as I walk.

Most women I know don’t want to admit this, but they enjoy being treated as sexual objects. Okay, maybe not objects, but if there was ever a being that was ALWAYS aware of its sexuality, it definitely was female.  Continue reading of vanity

of appearances

After a night full of debauchery and drinking and giggling with the girlfriends, you wake up and realize that not only have you overslept, your entire wardrobe appears to be in the laundry bag too. What a way to start a Friday morning.

I hate slumber parties in the middle of the week, you mutter under your breath, all the while knowing that you don’t really mean it  and will most likely be entertaining guests three times a week as usual.

You spend a few minutes standing in front of your usually-filled-to-capacity-but-now-empty almirah. Continue reading of appearances