You Deserve a Break Today

You know what the best feature of this short dress/long shirt/normal-length tunic is? The flowy-flowy sleeves. Not because they're so pretty - and they are - but because they force you to become the woman of leisure you were meant to be. You can't cook - the sleeves will catch fire. You can't clean - the sleeves will drag through the cleansers. You can't help small children with art projects, you'll smear the masterpiece. You can, however, sit back and watch your latest netflix, with a diet coke in one hand, the remote in the other hand, and a cupcake on a saucer balanced on your knees.

The Big Cover-Up

This is a life of confusion. Dresses are shirts. Shirts are dresses. Pantyhose are pants. (Well, that last statement may apply only to Lady Gaga, a very talented young woman who is not in any way desperate for all the attention she can direct to herself via her barenaked bottom.) So why can't a cover-up be a tunic, 'tunic' being the word you use for something that may be a shirt or may be a dress, but you're not really sure, and you're not shopping at Forever 21, where they thoughtfully identify the clothing category for you on the hang tag?