A conversation with a preschooler reminded me of a story. When I was probably 15 or 16, I recall trying on my mom’s jean skirt. I marveled at the freedom one finds when pant legs aren’t present to confine you. I bit my thumb at a society who says men don’t wear skirts (after all, that’s only a relatively recent social norm) and proceeded to prance – yes, prance – around in the skirt.
I began to wonder, with my new liberation from the confines of leggings, if I could kick any higher in a skirt. Not being used to them, I failed to take into account that jean skirts don’t “give” when stretched. I curiously approached my sister from behind and took a big swipe at her with my foot. The reader must at this point be made aware of two key points: our floor was wooden, and I was wearing socks. Before my foot even reached knee-level, the back of the skirt grabbed hold of my leg and plunged me onto my hind-parts for the first and last time.
-j
I'm Jason, and I like to write.
Jason …. why??????
You made me laugh.
Umm, Jason, some things we just don’t tell people. Men wearing women’s clothing is one of those things