Cute skirt season

I know that spring is in the air because I want to wear a skirt. I am sure this has something to do with natural history and human evolution and intricate mating rituals, but mostly, I just want to wear a cute, flirty skirt and equally cute, flirty heels.

There was a time when this would make me feel somewhat ashamed, this desire to look and feel “girly.” In the past I have sought to squelch it, in order not to do harm to the feminist movement. Because for a long time, girly = weak and also helpless. I would have rather worn jeans and a t-shirt and flexed my muscles in a "We can do it" sort of pose. Marched in an equal rights demonstration and burned my bra to stick it to the man. Turns out I like jeans, but I like skirts too, sometimes. Also, it turns out that setting fire to my wonderbra would set me back like $40 bucks and I don't think anyone would win there.

So, I have been woefully misguided.

What it has taken me years to figure out is that the feminist movement is not about looking guyish and having short hair. It is about the ability and the right to do that, if you so choose. I am coming to understand that being girly is powerful and there should be no shame associated with it. Equality does not mean I have to dress like a guy to gain respect. For one, guys dress funny. Just look at my Dad. No offense Dad, but there’s a reason Mom picks out your clothes. (Love you!)

I am simply glad that I am evolving and I am allowing myself to expand into the area of skirts and dresses as they appeal to me. Because March is the official start to cute skirt season. Bring it on.