Remember how I went to Kat Macleod's book signing earlier this week? Well, her book, Like I Give a Frock: Fashion Forecasts and Meaningless Misguidance, is amazing and hilarious. Read it and love:
"I've always been confused by the term 'tracksuit'. I understand the 'track' part - its the suit bit that has always thrown me. It almost implies that there is a level of professionalism involved in looking like you've given up on life. In fact, if tracksuit pants could talk, they would probably say:
I dont care anymore. I eat out of cans and watch Jerry Springer.
[...] It's because of that imaginary voice in my pants that I refuse to wear them, no matter how warm and comfortable they claim to be. Even on a cold winter's night, I prefer to go home to a pair of stomach-choking, thigh-strangling jeans than don a pair of tacky pants. Call me a snob, but I'm not quite ready to chuck in the towel just yet."
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