Those Prairie Nights

One thing that I am very grateful right now is that my job does not have a dress code. I cringe whenever I'm walking through Downtown Winnipeg and I spot a girl in an outfit that is so obviously trying to adhere to some strict code. For example, she is usually wearing a terrible button up blouse tucked into a granny pencil skirt with a long slit up the back. The skirt is usually adorned with a shiny, thick, patent leather belt at the waist. Her shoes are black leather clogs. The dress code for all offices should be to look lovely at all times, not just some strange idea of what is "professional". This is all just a rant because I want to be able to wear...