I know what I'm doing even when I'm wearing a pencil skirt.
By the time I was a sophomore in high school, it had become routine for me to be sent home for wearing dresses. My mere presence in a skirt became an act of protest that would get me called out of class and into the vice principal's office.
I never dreamed about one day becoming Secretary of State. It's not that I was modest; it's just that I had never seen a Secretary of State in a skirt.
The elegance of a sari or the flirtiness of a lehenga is matchless.
I like some pants; I just don't like jeans very much. Dresses are so much easier because I don't have to think very hard.
I loved Catholic school. I didn't like being beeped at by old pervs at the gas station because I was wearing a plaid skirt, though. It's like, do you think I'm going to stop and give you my phone number?
The worst was when my skirt fell down to my ankles, but I had on thick tights underneath.
Killer skirt, deadly legs.
I was actually a very confident little kid. I would go to kindergarten in a skirt.
You don’t have anything like this. For crying out loud, you only own one skirt!
I love thigh highs, heels, shorts, or a skirt.
I did not even know there are so many options for girls to wear. Playing a tailor gave me quite some knowledge about girls' clothing.
I like to move fast, and wearing high heels was tough, and low heels with a skirt is unattractive. So pants took over.
I got in trouble in Catholic school for rolling the waist of my skirt down.
I like to stay cool and comfortable. If I'm going out, then I might wear a nice sundress or skirt to keep from getting too hot.
It would have been very easy for me to put on a little tight skirt and go out and try what I always call the 'Barbie doll' roles.
I liked my skirts short because I wanted to run and catch the bus to get to work.
Hippo in a skirt: this was a comic reference to one of Solomon's principal wives, the one from Moab. Childish? Yes. But in the days before printing we had limited opportunities for satire.
You should have seen me in my Catholic school girl skirt with my knees knocking together.
Me, I was still in the pygmy hippo in a skirt, singing lusty songs about Solomon's private life and a giant stone back and forth through the air as I climbed out of the quarry at the edge of the site.
