Today I am a woman

My mother, a teacher, is always telling me she's jealous of my job. I get assorted perks (a $20 Starbucks gift card today, a $100 purse another), am invited to various open bar parties in the city, can drink unlimited amounts of free Diet Coke, and am allowed wear jeans whenever I want.

My office is very casual. Unless there is an important client or sales rep meeting, most of my coworkers arrive everyday in jeans. Sneakers and flip-flops are acceptable. Jorts are not because, well, jorts are never acceptable.

I shouldn't (and won't) complain about the dress code here. It's pretty nice to know that on a day when you're feeling a cold coming on, you can show up to work in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. Or, when it is blazingly hot and humid in July, you don't have to sweat out the commute in a dress shirt or pants.

So even though I can dress casually Mon-Fri, I don't. I wear jeans no more than twice a week. I show up in a skirt at least once. (In the summer, skirts are preferred. Fortunately, tights have made a comeback this year so I am even more likely to show off my legs when it's cold.) I wear a lot of black. All black.

As happy as I am about the evolution of women's denim (not the prices, just the styles), I prefer not to wear jeans all the time. Even when I go out on the weekends, I think about subbing in some nice black pants. But when I do, I feel oddly out of place and overdressed.

In my opinion, there is nothing that makes me feel sexier or more feminine than a skirt. And today, when I am decked out in another black ensemble, knit tights, and kitten heels (seriously, no sexier shoe name exists), I feel like a woman.


p.s. As for men, there is really nothing hotter than a suit & tie.