When I moved from New York City to San Francisco, one of my initial reactions was "Damn, everyone here dresses a fright." I eventually acclimated, but it took a minute to get used to everybody doing everything in yoga pants. And then, suddenly, I was wearing yoga pants too.
It's summer, which means packing! Also, it is a day that ends in y, which means talking about how dudes and ladies do something differently. Today, we discuss whether "men pack for Mars, women for Venus."
Become a side-boob spectacle with this "naughty toy soldier" outfit, or don the "Santa's Belle": an open-cup bra top with S&M accents and matching open-crotch thong. If those don't work, you've got several other options. Season of giving!
I am not usually given to last-minute outfit neuroses. But then, I am not normally given to meeting future in-laws either. Tomorrow we're having brunch, then walking across Central Park, then going to the Metropolitan Museum, then hopefully dispersing for a nap or something, then meeting up with my folks for dinner at…