The attentive among you will notice that there is no photo attached to this post. The reason is simple: no dress served as inspiration. I felt like challenging myself last night and, on seeing that it was Robbie Burns Day today, decided to try to write something inspired by Burns. Or, sort of vaguely inspired by Burns (Scots, colloquial, robust forms of Scottishness and its potential for distortion) and some other things, namely: indoor soccer on Saturday night at the Dome, where the air was horrible and there were a lot of really loud young men, which got me thinking about masculinities and various contradictions in particular ways. I took “pillaged the post” from Carol, because it worked for the story. Pauline, bless her, gave me the line in caps because I was stuck.
If you don’t like cursing, yer shit outta luck in this case…
There isn’t really a resolution to this one. Again.
Tomorrow there will be a photo.
