Things in the Isis house are currently a bit surreal.
As I type this, Mr. Isis is in my closet, trying on my clothes and shoes for his Halloween costume.
I have threatened his life if he begins to try on my underpants.
Before I started writing this, I asked him if there was something I could help him pick out and he said, "Well, I am just looking for a dress. But nothing too slutty. I am trying to be the bearded lady. Not the bearded whore."
This tells me two things...
1) Mr. Isis has some opinions of my wardrobe he has clearly never shared with me before.
2) I still have some feminist educating to do under my own roof.
Comments
lol!
1) Well, in fairness, if one accepts that *any* clothing is 'whoreish', then it stands to reason part of what would cause it to be classified as such is how much it reveals. If Mr. Isis is significantly larger than Dr. Isis, her clothes, while an appropriate balance of sanely modest and smokin hot on the goddess, might not cover quite so much on Mr. Isis.
But yeah. If he doesn't have that excuse...
2) If you are worried about your underware being stretched out, your comment is perfectly understandable. But otherwise, what's wrong with a man in ladies undies? Particularly if he'll bake halfway decent buttered scones for tea.
3) for that matter, what's wrong with being the bearded whore?
Posted by: becca | October 31, 2009 6:04 PM
Limited income?
Posted by: Twewi | October 31, 2009 6:37 PM
Those with specific tastes will often pay a premium price to have their urges satisfied, especially when the product is in short supply. If he's the ONLY bearded whore around, he can charge top dollar!
Posted by: Harold | October 31, 2009 11:05 PM
I came perilously close to missing this entry. An angel must have led me here.
Props, Mr. Isis, props.
Posted by: BikeMonkey | November 3, 2009 1:54 AM