White Tights

Since the first day that one neighborhood boy splashed mud on my pretty white tights in grammar school I knew I'd never understand them.  Who them?  Boys.  Men.  Oh who are you kidding...they'll always be boys.

I mean what is it with them??  Cave men would drag their women around by their damn hair!  Now we give up our names in most cases sometimes ourselves.

And yet we keep going back.  We just keep changing our tights and we keep getting mud splashed on them.

True some are way better than others, but, they'll always splash the mud...always...no matter how great they are.

I am tired of changing my damn tights.  I like my clean white pretty tights and damn it the next time I get splashed with mud I swear I'll take them off right then and there and walk away.  Naked...ok, not totally naked...but naked by way of no tights.

Damn it.