By Tara Cavanaugh
I can’t describe how I crossed over to the dark side. All I know is that it happened slowly, the way a lobster boils to an eventual death.
In hindsight, I see the progression, the gateway drugs. First I was that horrified women were wearing skinny jeans, so I went bootcut. Then, I settled for straight leg. Then my everyday jeans were skinny jeans. And then suddenly one day, it didn’t seem so bad to go get groceries in leggings, and then it made sense to throw on a top to get dinner downtown that night.
I live in a college town, and as we walked to the Mexican restaurant I saw myself surrounded by legging-clad coeds. I was one of Them. Continue reading