I still love men’s clothes. I still drool over them on the mannequins. I have mentioned this before. I have decided that my personal style needs to evolve into actually having a style, instead of the things that happen to fit. I think that style might be “What if Shane grew up to be Bette?”

Not that I enjoy comparing myself to characters created by Chaiken. Nope.

But I like things a little bit punk rock, a little bit 12 year old skateboarder. That’s what I wear to work every day. And on the weekends, I move it up a notch, to maybe weekend off from summer camp. And special occasions, then I break out the slammin’ v-necks and tight things. The problem is that the summer camp ensembles aren’t really nice enough, and the tight things aren’t really butch enough. I’m working on that.

Old Navy has argyle. That futch line started by the girl on Tila Tequila only has tee’s and hoodies, so she’s no help.

I already end up wearing jeans all the time, because I go to jeans places. Why would I bother wearing pinstripes to Westville Pub? But I want to up my clothing game. And I don’t want to tell anyone my personal style icons, because I sound like the hugest lesbian in the entire world. “What if Amy Ray and Ellen did a Freaky Friday and switched wardrobes for the day?” I mean, I’m no where near punk enough to dress like AR, and not hipster enough to dress like ED, and I need to stop talking about this, because now I feel stupid. I’m studying up, though.