Nothing Gets Between a Lady and Her Pantsuit
12:23 pm, September 20th | by Colette McIntyre
There is only one happiness in life: to pantsuit and be pantsuited. O! the pleasure in fooling unsuspecting passersby who see you standing in line at Costco and underestimate you, think you are wearing a simple frock; the ecstasy of the reveal when your movement does split the skirt in twain and suddenly you have two distinct and powerful legs. It’s the binary fission of fashion — it gives life and the opportunity to not shave! Your legs are covered in yards of fabric but are free to scissor kick and kick ball change and kick the asses of anyone who dares gives your one-piece a judgmental glance. The one in the onesie has the power, you see: the flap of a leg draping can create new airmasses, shift meteorological patterns and fan genital region wildfires; one can romp in a jumpsuit and jump in a romper! The possibilities are endless!
Not everyone understands the pantsuit splendor. This lady certainly does.