In the SS25 collections, we see it, unsurprisingly, in skin-baring clubwear:
but also in more classically graceful gowns and tailoring:
in slightly kooky and unhinged references to early-60s femininity:
and in more eclectic, playful styles:
Were there supposed to be images or links here?
I was so excited about this post until I realized the metaphorical peanut butter was also exercise.
I mean, sure, it looks like that when people who sound credible to you are checking.
Our world would seem mundane to us no matter what was in it. Maybe it's actually wildly unrealistic that many people keep cats as pets. Maybe dandelions are some kind of Easter egg. Maybe our so-called natural languages are ludicrously simple and regular compared to the monstrosities real people with real history speak.
I like this enough that I'm considering picking a screenshot of the Goddess of Everything Else and replacing my twelve year old standard avatar with it.
“what is your fantasy partner/complement organization?”
I love this question and would never have thought of it on my own.
Our younger kiddo went through a period of calling his big sister "gago" because he couldn't pronounce her name. Her opinion of this was a long-suffering sigh and "I'll be whatever he can say."
I kind of doubt you care at all, but here for interested bystanders is more information on my stance.
I maintain that I sincerely like squirrels; I am using a colloquial definition which, of definitions I found on the internet, most closely matches the Urban Dictionary cluster.
The "I talk about things with my friends, you brigade" conjugation is not lost on me but I wish to point out in my defense that, as I said in my original comment, I did not intend to touch this situation where it could possibly affect you until it seemed like it was also affecting Said, of whom I am fond.
Oh, no, it's absolutely negative. I don't like you. I just don't specifically think that you are disgusting, and it's that bit of the reaction to the analogy that caught me by surprise.
"Oh, I'm going to impute malice with the phrase 'gossiping behind my back' about someone I have never personally interacted with before who talked about my public blog posts with her friends, when she's specifically remarked that she's worried about fallout from letting me know that she doesn't care for me!" is also kind of a take, and a pretty good example of why I don't like you. I retract the tentative positive update I made when your only reaction to my comment had been radio silence; I'd found that really encouraging wrt it being safe to have opinions about you where you might see them, but no longer.
Smallfoot. It's a children's animated musical about yetis who don't believe in humans, and about fraud and honesty and curiosity and how other motives, even sympathetic ones, contaminate truthseeking. Hat tip to Elizabeth of Aceso Under Glass who recommended it to my family.