Fashion Trends and Snarls

Thursday: Registration counter at the college.

I couldn't resist sneaking a few photos from my seat on the lobby sofa.

I…just…don’t…get it. What is the attraction to this ridiculous fashion trend? I need to gather a group of these sorry looking young folks who are too close to adulthood and pick their brains. Have a Pow Wow. Maybe I’ll find out what it all means – the stigma attached and why they think they are so cool. This young man isn’t the worst I’ve seen. Without the jacket, the look can be obscene. Of course, I don’t expect them to wear their pants Pee Wee Herman style, the other extreme.

The young gals can top the guys with their spaghetti straps, mesh-type dresses and see-through underwear, making it difficult for male students to face the instructor. The Dean escorted a little lady out of the building.

“You are nude.” said the Dean.
“But I’m late for class!” said the nudie.
“You are not going to class. Go home and put clothes on.” said the Dean.
The flirty exhibitionist never returned to school. Good!

He can only take baby steps, for crying out loud! I would have loved to yell “Fire!”

Proposed legislation in local county and state to ban this type of clothing in schools and anywhere, for that matter, has been fruitless. Do parents have the authority and guts to tell their children how lazy and immature they look? Do they introduce shampoo to them? Obviously not.

Many educators are taken aback by these sights and hope this fashion trend changes, as well as the minds of these rising adults.

On a good note, the work on our campus Wildlife Habitat has been put on hold until spring due to the drought and water restrictions. The Dean wanted to start work in some way, so we drove to the nearest Lowe’s Home Store and bought six feeders (Dean’s choice), hangers, suet, and black oil sunflower seed. She’s hot on a bird bath/spa. We’ll have one soon because the Dean gets what she wants! I couldn’t convince the group to shop at WBU because our budget is small. What does all of this mean? Mary will be working in her office at a furious pace to afford time outside during the workday! If I’m not in my office, everyone will know where to find me...filling feeders and cleaning the spa. Yes!


The mood of the day was obvious – cynical, feisty, energetic, bold.

Before sunset, I filled the feeders, stood back several feet, and waited for them to fly in.

My thought: “You know me. Come on, chicken-finches!”

And I waited longer. The leftover meatloaf in the oven was baking from golden to dark brown but I didn’t care. Dammit.

Chickadees were swarming around and away from me.

“Jee-jee-jee-jee” meant “Hee-hee-hee-hee, look at the lady, look at the lady.”

My thought: “One of these days…one of these days…Pop! Right on the kisser, you ungrateful twits!”

My thought, while listening to my camera groan and try to focus in a tenth of a second: “Oh, I’ll get you, my pretty, and the rest of ya’ll, too!”

This will be the last of the Brown-Headed Nuthatches I post – promise! While the Chickadees played catch-me-if-you-can games, the little nutties flew in five feet from where I stood.

Hello, lady! Thank you for the delicious nuts!

Take my picture!

My excited self fumbled with the zoom and this is the best I could do. Hmmm.

Snarly female Cardinal.

My thought: So, you need an attitude adjustment, too, eh?

Let’s Dish.