You know, I love wearing heels. I wish I could wear them all the time, but, you know, my sport doesn't really permit it.
Really I was open-minded about doing anything, but the one thing I didn't want to do was get myself into a corset, because I was worried I'd never get out again.
Underwear. It's like a god damned leash. It also constantly reminds me of how funny I look naked.
Wearing a turtleneck is like being strangled by a really weak guy, all day. Wearing a backpack and a turtleneck is like a weak midget trying to bring you down.
It's hard to fight in high heels or even jeans that are too tight. You can't kick in skinny, skinny jeans.
The Twenties outfits are all about freedom and loose, flowing lines, whereas in 'Cinderella,' I had to wear corsets and big huge skirts.
I hate wearing anything tight. A corset is my idea of torture.
If I had the power, I would ban leggings.
It doesn't feel good when you have to struggle to get your pants on.
Worn with tights it is not an issue, although there is something deeply unfeminist about not being able to sit down in one comfortably.
The ban would apply to the full-body veil known as the burqa or niqab. This is not an article of clothing — it is a mask, a mask worn at all times, making identification or participation in economic and social life virtually impossible.
Underwear makes me uncomfortable and besides my parts have to breathe.
My kid is not going to wear a flat bill.
