Today, I failed.
As I have previously alluded, I started this semester vaguely obsessed with some idyllic notion of being fancy.
Where this idea came from, I have no idea. I am not a fancy person.
But at the expense of my poor toes, my scrawny wallet, and my completely irrationally high self-esteem (seriously, no one who looks like me has any right being nearly as happy and well-adjusted as I am), I have spent the past four weeks strapped into heels, expanding my wardrobe, and actually making that odd pale Munchkin in the mirror look like a young professional.
(Also, “M4nchkin ‘N da MiRR0r” will be DJ PNT BUS’s first album. Look for it to pre-sale on iTunes soon.)
The strangest part of these four weeks is that I seem to have actually been pulling it off. And I was pretty proud of it, too! I had fooled almost everyone around me into thinking that I usually wear heels and tights and makeup and dresses and even that I shower EVERY DAY. As guilty as I felt about this insane long con, the benefits outweighed the bloody toes (because it turns out toes don’t actually weigh that much). I had almost started to believe it myself: Megan Binder, well-dressed 20-something.
But alas, if only I had a courtesan to whisper in my ear, “Remember, Megan, thou art lazy!” For I broke the greatest rule of all in this dangerous game. I believed my own con. And that can only lead to failure.
I am ashamed to admit it, to break the illusion, to ruin the carefully constructed lie that I have fashioned so diligently these past few weeks, but here it goes: I wore an outfit that I had ALREADY WORN ONCE BEFORE to work today.
I am a failure. REAL fashionistas never wear the same hair color twice, much less the same dress. I fear I have been outed as a Slob. It is truly the end of an era.
Besides that, work was good. I ate a donut!