No Skirt for you

In one of those nice warm blanket statements I can make as the human behind this blog, I believe that nearly everyone on the planet has tics. And no, not the blood sucking kind that come home with you after a romp in the woods.

I'm talking about the interesting quirks that nearly unconscious to the tic-ing human. Some are easily manifest in speaking (e.g. "ummm", "like", "you know") and only truly bothersome when you find yourself tallying instead of focusing on the verbal content. Others that are physically manifest (e.g. facial twitches, flipping off bad drivers, scratching) and quite amusing to catch.

I'm trying to decide if I have in fact discovered a new tic.

For some time, I haven't bothered to wear short skirts. Mainly because I have no interest in the whorish look that pervaded the clothes racks and adorned improper body types for much longer than was really necessary^*. But this year, skirts of a below-the-knee length came out with spin.

Rewind 20 years, and my favorite thing to wear was what I called "circle dresses". The type that are supported by a crinoline and flair out when the wearer spins in a circle. I would spin around until I got sick from the dizziness, excited to watch my skirt poof outwards in the process.
I was quite the girly girl who aspired to be a ballerina (according to the Montessori's newsletter) when I grew up.

For those of you new to the home game, I didn't really grow up to be a girly girl. If anything I'm a girly girl amateur who hasn't dedicated any of my life to applying my face or obsessing over accessories. This is precisely why I have just discovered a tic.

I don't know how to wear a shortish skirt. As in, I find myself pulling my skirt up whilst prancing around. Without even noticing that I'm doing such a thing. I might not have ever noticed that I do such a thing, except I was recently shot a strange look while waiting for the subway, met with quite the fire on my cheeks.

Yes, I wear skirts as if I was a 4 year old.


Do you have any tics?


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^* I was fashionly born into the grunge, too young for the earlier wave of girl whorishness (madonna in the 80's) and too old for the wave brought on by Britney. I will admit that I did hike up my skirt in the catholic school girl years, but I still find that more tasteful than buying a small stripe of cloth that calls itself a skirt.
Also, I find that many of the people who choose to wear the super short skirts or the low slung jeans, really deargawd shouldn't.


Post Script: This isn't the first time wearing a skirt has caused slight embarrassment on the subway. Several months ago whilst waiting for the train, I decided to sit on the ground. In another one of my tics, I generally sit with one knee up and the other tucked Indian style. My positioning caused a horrified elderly woman to come up and whisper that I ought to sit like a lady.