But that it's done at all

In a world where "size four" is such a goddamned unstated standard in the ladies' section of any store that I have virtually given up climbing that extra flight of stairs just to be politically correct-gendered, its no less than a moment of epiphanic proportions when i finally discover something custom-made for big women (vertically if not horizontally - and I'd rather say big than tall, what the hell!): power dressing. This is me going into rapturous exclamation not about chocolate or food or even chilly-wine or sangria (well maybe a little later), but about suits. Suits made to fit (and complement) a 5'10'' frame, and NOT FOUND IN THE MEN'S SECTION!! I mean, yeah I'll admit i buy my sneakers and Jeans from the men's section, but thats because they seem to design only men stuff with both utility and comfort in mind. Tho' with the whole new metrosexual trend i shudder to think of what I'll encounter the next time I go shopping (c.f. "SouthPark is Totally Gay"). Anyways, I can almost relate with Kartik's sudden wish to be a Corporate Exec. just to wear his tie loosened a little, oh, and the office with the view. There is definitely something incredibly sexy about strutting down the corridor in a black suit and a light pink shirt, your not-so-high heels (not so yours either) clicking away to glory, in a dance of morse that spells out 'watch out she means business'.

whoa! here she comes, watch out boy she'll chew you out...
ok this high flying exec-without-a-job has to sign off now to go watch Fiddler on the Roof one goddamm more time, considering that the only other option right now seems to be Goodnight and Goodluck. But tomorrow, ah, tomorrow is another story, one where i shall be awash with choices. hopefully...