I’ve mentioned before that I live in a bubble. Witness…
- Until a week ago, I’d never been to Costco.
- Until this past weekend, I didn’t know that women (still) use hairspray.
- Until today, I hadn’t understood just how futile “blending in” with my fellow university folk will be…
I was packing clothes and asked for JumbleSpouse’s advice on what to plan to wear when teaching.
“Is it better to wear casual clothes so students think I’m ‘one of them’? Or should I just wear what I’d wear to work (cross between Talbots School Marm and Fashion-Challenged Bohemian)?”
Mr. Jumble, who’s just been through this, said in all seriousness, “Oh, there’s no worry about blending in. They’re young. They’ll let you know right away that you’re not one of them.”
Together we laughed and said, “So, there’s no point in even trying to blend in.”
Not that I would have any real clue how to do that anyway. I wasn’t good at it at 19, so there’s zero chance of it happening at 39.
And I’m OK with that.
But I’m still wearin’ me tights!
