embarrassed, not “embarrassed”

winnet:

karaj:

kj: [redacted beloved college professor] is gonna also be at a conference that i will be at at nyu.
wc: you should wear your green pajama pants to jog her memory.
kj: omg FUCK OFF. no one knows about the green pajama pants! how do you remember those?!
wc: green pajama pants and rubber shoes, mary! that was your signature look.

also attending (i’m assuming the same) conference at nyu.  and definitely talked to friend at dinner the other night about how i hope [redacted intellectual crush] will be there.  i like the idea of someone being known as the girl who wears green pajama pants to class (no big deal), almost as much as i like the idea of not being the only one there entertaining weird academia love and sidelong glances.

i haven’t worn them since the 90s! i’ll be wearing some sort of dress that i have probably already worn in pictures on my tumblr, so recognizable, come find me! i never understood crushes of any kind before tumblr.