Reasons for Dresses
Gee, golly, I really like dresses. When I confess this, the responses are usually mixed: a smile or polite nod and the occasional, “Wow, that is cute.” (And maybe the opposite depending on how bad your taste in fashion is.)
But every now and then, someone will say: “Why?”
And all I have to say to that is: Really now? You’re asking me why?
After all, since when do I need a reason to like dresses? I don’t know what these people expect me to say. Perhaps some contrived semblance of logic like, “Oh, I don’t know, I just like the breeze between my half-bare legs,” or “I just like the way the skirt flounces while I’m doing jumping jacks getting ready to kick your ass for asking such a ridiculous question.”
Can’t a girl just like wearing dresses?
I think this seems like the appropriate moment to remind everyone that this month is National Women’s Month. And that “why?” is never an appropriate response to “I like dresses.” Never.
And, hey, that really is a cute dress. I need more places to be. And more money. But that was a given.