who wears short shorts
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
The first thing I saw as I cycled away from home today was a teenage girl walking up our street. Her shorts didn't exactly, um, do the job.
I find the "styles" here in Toronto quite surprising, and apparently I'm not the only one. We count among our friends two married couples who relocated here from California. They agree that the skimpy clothing they see here in Toronto matches what they'd expect from the beach back home, not the city. Not sure when Toronto got this way. In part, creaking my way into my fifth decade on this planet, I find myself somewhat uncomfortable with the trend: Mari wants to have a daughter, after all. But the part of me that remembers being young regrets growing up in the sweater-loving 80's. Dang!