Just when I thought my aversion to the holiday season had become more of a tradition or a habit than an actual reaction to the two month period when Santa and his gaudy merriment barf all over the retail world, I did something to cement my Scrooge stance for 2009.
I put linens on my Christmas list.
Today, against my better judgment, I decided to go dress shopping all by myself. Some background: my aunt is getting married on Sunday, and after a few unsuccessful attempts at shopping with my girlfriend who, frustrated with my indecisiveness, disdain for all things polka dotted (polka dots, as it turns out, are very in), and refusal to “suck it in” while trying on clingy fabrics, finally just stuck me in the tried and true dressy dyke outfit – khaki pants and a white collared shirt.
Occupation: Cubicle Monkey 