Leggings != Pants

So, my time in the Ratty today has shown me a number of things that I wasn't aware of before attempting this. One: No one comes to the Ratty during reading period. Two: Gnocchi is one of the most polarizing meals the Ratty has to offer; everyone wants to eat it, but there is never agreement on whether or not it actually tastes yummy.

But there is one universal truth: Leggings do not equal pants.

I would like to inform every girl who eats at the Ratty that when the world sees you in your white t-shirt and tight black spandex, with a little skin on your tummy and back showing in the middle, we judge you. We judge you as the sort that wants to flaunt your ass in public, and still "be able" to glare when men stare. I'm not blaming the "victim" here, but rather saying you are in fact spurring on these looks.

Furthermore, do not flatter yourself. My eyes only linger on your body because I am wondering where you may have misplaced all of your jeans, skirts, skorts, shorts, sweatpants, jumpers, overalls, scrubs, that you were forced to wear underwear externally. One day my brother wore his pajamas to school, but even when he was in first grade, he had the decency to put jeans on over them. How would you, implied reader, react if I wandered around in a t-shirt and UnderArmour pants? They both show off my muscular physique and declare to the world that my legs are open for discussion.

So please, for all our sakes, put on a sundress, or a pair of jeans, and declare to the world that not only are you comfortable with your body, but you are unafraid to do laundry and make sure you have clean pants to wear every day.