World of twenty, I think my sartorial compass is being manipulated. I thought I had a fairly good handle on that which we deliberately wear to repel our male counterparts and that which we
you may wear to do just the opposite. But over the weekend, I had butt loads of errands that included heavy lifting, bow hunting and a small hint of computer hacking to run, so did what anyone would do given parallel circumstances and slipped into a neon pink Michael Kors resort gown.
I was sure the saucily slit number would function as an alpha man getter. This threw me into a state of hesitation but as it happens, me was delightfully wrong. Maybe it was the kiss of black swan manifesting south of the ankle
or maybe it was the lady behind the dress, air humping and somersaulting like the eighties never ended. Ultimately, it seems that in matters of the weener, deflection and deflection of said weener, slits are a go, neon is not dead. My opinion means nothing without yours though so I ask you: neon pink maxi gown: repeller? Propeller? Neither? Sassy scuba diver? Partying labia? All? None? Discuss.