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Color coordination
This morning I caved to an impulse for secret color coordination.
I put on pink underwear, a pink bra, white socks with pink heels and toes, and a pink tanktop. And then I hid the whole ensemble under jeans, a green sweater, and blue shoes.
Shhhhh, don't tell anyone!
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My undergraduate reunion is coming up in a couple of weeks, and the thing I am currently worried about is Laurel Parade. This is an event where all the alums and all the graduationg seniors, dressed in white, parade through campus and then sing "Bread and Roses" around the Founder's grave. Like you do.
I am having anticipatory white outfit worry. On the one hand, I don't really want to wear a dress, since I'm in a relatively butch stage at the moment (for me at least). On the other hand, I don't really want to own white pants.
All that being said, there is a not unsubstantial part of me that wants to go dressed up like Gerard in the San Francisco show of the World Contamination tour. I've got the hair, I just need the white polyester suit and the neck makeup. I'd be in Massachusetts in late May in polyester, so I'd even have the sweaty and smelly part down.
To be fully accurate, I'd also need the stage boner. But I live across the street from Good Vibrations, and I've kind of been having soft-packing impulses lately anyway?
I put on pink underwear, a pink bra, white socks with pink heels and toes, and a pink tanktop. And then I hid the whole ensemble under jeans, a green sweater, and blue shoes.
Shhhhh, don't tell anyone!
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My undergraduate reunion is coming up in a couple of weeks, and the thing I am currently worried about is Laurel Parade. This is an event where all the alums and all the graduationg seniors, dressed in white, parade through campus and then sing "Bread and Roses" around the Founder's grave. Like you do.
I am having anticipatory white outfit worry. On the one hand, I don't really want to wear a dress, since I'm in a relatively butch stage at the moment (for me at least). On the other hand, I don't really want to own white pants.
All that being said, there is a not unsubstantial part of me that wants to go dressed up like Gerard in the San Francisco show of the World Contamination tour. I've got the hair, I just need the white polyester suit and the neck makeup. I'd be in Massachusetts in late May in polyester, so I'd even have the sweaty and smelly part down.
To be fully accurate, I'd also need the stage boner. But I live across the street from Good Vibrations, and I've kind of been having soft-packing impulses lately anyway?
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This... I... Woah, what? This souns like... The coolest ritual ever. And I vote YES to everything else.
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Also, packing, YES.
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Do.not.yet.own.skinny.tie. Must.fix.
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Speaking of reunion in general, would love to grab a meal or coffee or even just some quality time lurking in your office talking about Bujold while I'm out there.
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I'd love to collect all the evidence of the folk tradition that song requires and has inspired.
Back in the early 80s, and wow does this revision show evidence of middle class feminists:
If we go marching marching, we battle too for men
If solely we should triumph, what profit to us then?
We've lived our lives enfettered, all those choices merely poses;
Fight for a working union, bread and roses, bread and roses.
We also felt the "rising of the race" was a tad eugenic, so that line went
The rising of the women raises up the human race
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Ours was revised in 1990, and they made almost the same change to "the rising of the race":
The rising of the women means
all humankind we raise.
As we go marching, marching
(Anonymous) 2011-05-06 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)SK
Re: As we go marching, marching
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OMG, now I want to see you at the Laurel Parade with a boner.
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