blind pants

this morning while walking to the 8am meeting, i fall in step with a female colleague.

"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.)