A friend sent me a picture of a Battlestar Galactica t-shirt with a toaster on the front, pleasing me immensely. I mentioned how much I wanted one to my office-mate Nathan. His brow furrowed a bit, “But, you don’t ever wear t-shirts,” he said. Now that’s true, but I do happen to love t-shirts with fun sayings or clever statements. I don’t, however, actually wear t-shirts. Most of the time t-shirts are cut for a man and I am not a man. The ones that are cut for a woman aren’t usually long enough in the sleeve for my tastes.
What if I can’t do this? I mean, I’m not even sick, or on my way to the ball park. Just kidding, I wear a skirt to the ball park, too. Do I have to wear sneakers? Don’t even suggest flip-flops, the very idea gives me the heebie-jeebies. I wonder what will happen if I leave the house and go to work looking casual (not effortlessly casual, because that takes a lot of work, believe me.)
Do you think this experiment could have far reaching implications? Will the developers relate to me? Will the collar of my t-shirt constrict my breathing? What else could possibly happen? I guess I’m embarking into the great unknown.
This is a challenge, a challenge I have…artificially set for myself.
Hey, a girl’s got to have goals.