Santa's slutty helpers
So I was in Victoria's Secret tonight, redeeming one of those free underwear coupons that come in the mail. While I'm digging through the ugly solid-colored cotton underwear options in the back corner of the store where nobody ventures except to redeem said free underwear coupons (is there anybody in the world who pays full-price -- scratch that -- pays at ALL for those things?), I hear some unnaturally squeaky voices come from the dressing room area. There there two giggling pre-teens (I seriously wondered if they were even developed enough to wear bras) trying on those Sexy Santa skirts.
One of the girls asked the salesgirl what she thought. The salesgirl bit her lip and said, "Well, I think you'd have to wear something underneath, like leggings."
I mean... is it even LEGAL to sell somebody who's not old enough to drive something like that? Then, all of a sudden, three MORE girls materialized with identical pink Victoria's Secret bags with their own identical pink slutty skirts. I mean, it was like 8 p.m.! How are they even allowed out shopping on a Monday night? Then it dawned on me: they saw "Mean Girls" three years ago and thought it'd be clever to dress like the main characters for Halloween. Then a worse thought dawned on me...
Maybe they HADN'T seen the movie.
One of the girls asked the salesgirl what she thought. The salesgirl bit her lip and said, "Well, I think you'd have to wear something underneath, like leggings."
I mean... is it even LEGAL to sell somebody who's not old enough to drive something like that? Then, all of a sudden, three MORE girls materialized with identical pink Victoria's Secret bags with their own identical pink slutty skirts. I mean, it was like 8 p.m.! How are they even allowed out shopping on a Monday night? Then it dawned on me: they saw "Mean Girls" three years ago and thought it'd be clever to dress like the main characters for Halloween. Then a worse thought dawned on me...
Maybe they HADN'T seen the movie.