Dickhead's anti-yoga-pants letter to the editor sparks yoga-pants-parade

I’ve been using the Gorilla app which was profiled here. At least, I was up until a certain point in Level 2 (about 17 days or so): 5 sets of 25 crunches and 10 pushups. I couldn’t do 2 sets of crunches (the 2 sets of pushups were OK). I can’t do the number of sets it suggests, at least not in a reasonable amount of time. I’ve reached this point before, and started over at Level 1, when I waited too long and figured I’d best not pick up where I left off. I quit running because of knee and ankle pain, so it’s been Gorilla and daily walking for me.

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Hawt! Where do I buy? Especially love those blue black diagonal ones!


Except that she literally is here for our entertainment.

Also, I’m not entertained and would like a refund.

Your concerns have been hashed out extensively upthread and shown illegitimate.

You’d know that if you read any of the previous replies to my comment.


##Must. Resist. Temptation…


It’s the “again” that hits the target. How many times must a woman walk down this road, spending too much energy justifying clothing choices? Apparently just one more. And one more. To infinity and beyond! If she hadn’t worn this, or if she would just wear this, or if she could just wear this … If we seem overly angry, or defensive, or irrational, then walk a mile in our yoga pants, defending again and again and again clothing choices.

I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear my yoga pants and fuck you.


There’s a damn good reason that “Warning” (popularly known by it’s first line: “When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple”) is such a beloved poem.


I’m fast on my way to old woman status and I. can’t. wait.


"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. "

~by Jenny Joseph


I’ll see you and up you one. My favorite pic of DragonCon, which I shared elsewhere, but deserves more attention:




I fully intend to spend my retirement super on piercings, tatts and multi-coloured hair-dye. :thumbsup:


I got a haircut today and suddenly you can see a HUGE chunk of gray hair on top of my head. I’m delighted. I can’t wait for it all to go. I want that witchy Carol Kane look going on.



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I grew mine out and liked the gray enough to keep it… at least until I get bored enough to dye it again. It’s weird how many compliments I’ve gotten over it. I’ve got a half-decent pic from my cousin’s wedding last month:

The only thing is, the gray is harder to tame. I may need a different haircut to control it better.


That looks great! If my hair ever gets around to going full gray (it’s taking its time) I may stop coloring my hair.


Mine is already unruly so I have years of practice at my hair not doing a damn thing I want it to. :wink: But I wanna look like you when I grow up!

That was immediately after the cut. Then I went out into the wind and rain and now it is much poofier.


Touché. I’ll amend my referential indignation:

I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear my yoga pants and fuck you.


I’ve been considering dying my hair, or at least getting bright color streaks, if only temporary versions. The Splat hair color line has been tempting me, but I think I want to first talk to someone who’s tried the specific products I want to try. Or maybe I should just jump in and do it.

So this is me last Saturday. I was trying on some new clothes and one of my sweeties wanted a picture, so I did a rush makeup job and let them.

The scarf and top are new, although I’ve had the skirt for a while. (I’ve had the hair at that length for most of 24 years now.) One of my cis-female sweeties is already wearing purple and a red hat, and I’m pretty close to that myself now.