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8 comments:
In all fairness, he was going to a gig with Gladys Knight and the Pips after the party or was it The four Tops? I can't remember.
"Tonight on the Lawrence Welk show we are very proud, and very humble, to introduce Cakewalk and Charleston dancer L'il Billy Interim. Despite a bad bout of polio and la grippe that means he MUST wear these red therapeutic leggings, he's here to knock knees for you!"
actually he's not wearing any pants. he just has red legs.
Good point: red legs, just like the bad guys in The Outlaw Josey Wales
When Wes and I were in Italy last summer, it seemed like an inordinate number of men were wearing red pants. We discussed how here at home, only gay men can (sort of) get away with wearing red pants. Now whenever we see a man wearing red pants, we ask each other, "Gay or Italian?"
...sometimes both.
I'm sorry people but I have to applaud 'the administrator known as interim' for his bold style move. I have worn clothes that have brought down the mockery of America upon me (pink shirts, floral shirts). I am neither Italian nor gay. I shall not be moved by mockery to change my ways of sartorial expression.
Funnily enough I was at a party on New Years day wearing the infamous floral number when one of the women at the party (a person who annoys me intensely)held me up as a bastion of 'secure sexuality' just because I was wearing a floral shirt. This was both ridiculous and mildy embarrassing as she did this in front of her husband who was dressed as a 'regular guy' (a dress code I follow for much of the time).
If I had a pair of red pants I would wear them. that's a promise.
Actually I take that back. red pants are crap and I would never wear them ,But i will defend the rights of others to do so.
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