"i have some jeans like yours," i tell her. "with rhinestones on the back pockets. whenever i wear them, i'm worried i'll damage the seats in my car, so i sit on a towel. haha... mine are shorter, cropped just below the knee, so i don't wear them to work."
"wait. you have jeans like these?" she asks with incredulity and vanna-white style gestures in the vicinity of her butt.
"yep! i call them my bling jeans."
"you have bling jeans??"
at this point, i am wondering if there's something askew with my vocalization.
"yes, i do," i say as we enter the meeting room.
"you do what?" wonder the colleagues already there.
"i have jean's like laura's - with rhinestones on the back pockets."
"whaaat?" asks one of them. "you have what?"
"bling jeans. i have a pair of bling jeans."
laura's at it again, waving at her butt as a rhinestone exemplar.
"haha - no way. you??" "can't believe it!" "never!"
basically, i am left wondering what it is about me that says i would not own and furthermore wear rhinestone-pocketed jeans.
"what is it about me that says i would not own and furthermore wear rhinestone-pocketed jeans?"
"oh..." "well, you know..." "um..."
oh, COME ON. it's not like they are made of rhinestone. they have a few rhinestones on the back pockets pockets. it's really not a big deal.
|these are not my jeans but they have the same pockets.|
see? not a big deal.
it is, however, a very big deal indeed that anyone would find it unexpected that i would wear bling pants. it's a very big deal because i find it to be totally expected that i would wear bling pants. i find it normal. they find it mind-blowingly bizarre. how did we end up with this gaping gap?
(typed part of this on my phone, and it autocorrected bling to blind. haha.)