Leggings as pants are BOMB.

Other lies I will tell in this entry:
1. I hate naps.
2. I love the gym.
3. People who say bomb are really cool.

Now that I have got my compulsive falsehoods out of the way, I'll carry on with my initial rant.

I've come to notice that leggings are becoming a more and more acceptable alternative to pants, and I'm at a loss as to how this happened.

Don't get me wrong, I love leggings. UNDER A DRESS.

The purpose of leggings, in my book, is to keep your legs warm when you're just feeling to cute to wear jeans. If a dress is really necessary in 20 degree weather, by all means bust out those semi-seethrough, butt-squeezing garments and get all sorts of sassy lookin'. But if you're not quite feeling up to the task of wearing your fanciest attire, please don't complete your hoodie-and-Uggs ensemble with leggings. It makes my eyes hurt.

I don't care how perfect your legs are (and majority of the girls I see sporting this "style" actually have the legs that I spend 90 minutes on the treadmill trying to achieve). I don't care how late you stayed up studying, or how hungover you are after quarter-beers at Midnight Rodeo. If you're really that wore out, pajama pants will suffice- no need to change into your early-morning sexypants. Save the booty-skimming attire for the weekend, and spare me the all-too-detailed view of your downstairs areas.

So ladies (and gents, since I am an equal-opportunity hater), please take my advice. Leggings are not pants. Never have been, never will be, and I will no longer be content to simply blog about this issue. If you decide to wear them again without the proper top, I will have to do you a favor and engage in some public humiliation.

When you look back at your college scrapbooks in 20 years and see the transition from leggings to real pants, you'll thank me. I promise.

Trying it Out.

I've always liked the idea of blogs.

It's probably because I'm a story teller. I often catch myself reciting slightly-pointless tales to less-than-interested spectators, but lack the self-control to end my story before the "really good part." I'm not sure if it's because I find my life to be more interesting than it really is, or if I just feel some strange urge to keep conversations rolling, but I almost always have a story of some sort to fill in a dead-zone during conversation.

So, I figured this is the perfect place to share them. You, my willing audience, can hear the tales of my everyday adventures. And since I have an opinion on almost everything from politics to purses, you can hear those too. And if no one reads, at least I will spare my coworkers and classmates from another (pointless) story.

Enjoy!