Today I wore a dress to work (which is maybe remarkable enough to merit a post if its own) with a slightly worn out elastic waistband, such that even after I hiked it up to a flattering shortness it would inevitably slide down to tea length within the hour. And though this phenomenon was annoying in its own right, it also made me acutely aware of how insanely short everyone wore their shorts and skirts in high school, where the rule was that you hemline had to be longer than your finger tips when you held your arms at your side. Not only is finger-length so short as to attract all kinds of unsavory attention, but at fourteen (when, in my own defense, I was probably significantly less likely to attract unsavory attention) I regularly broke said rule, as did everyone else I knew, and it was a rare and salacious minority who was ever scolded.

I guess my point is twofold:
1) if I dressed like I did in ninth grade I would probably be sent to the proverbial principal's office/HR
2) if we weren't all so gawky we would have all been hussies


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