I'm standing in line today in our little law school cafeteria and I hear my name being called from behind. I turn and see the same guy, a friend, that last semester complimented me on my legs on a day that I wore a skirt (actually, I think it might have been the same skirt!).
Today, he said: "Denise, you're wearing a skirt?! You don't seem like a skirt person." Huh? So I asked, "Who is a skirt person." He, ahem, skirted the issue by saying that he didn't know, but regardless it was too chilly for a skirt today anyway (obviously, I didn't think so; it's bright and sunny and mid 60s).
Now, it is true that I rarely wear skirts or dresses, but I don't eschew them. Sometimes, I really enjoy wearing them. I like the femininity that we assign to skirts. Still, it was odd today to be confronted with why I like to occassionally wear a skirt when I was just having my own internal debate about the roles of men and women in our society (an outgrowth of my Family Law class). Well, whatever. I am, occassionally, a skirt person.