Yesterday, I told you the story about the woman, a fellow reporter, who had shamed me and my outfit at a press junket. Today, I present to you: the majestic yet totally standard jeans that caused such an unnecessary fuss. ICYMI: Morgan Freeman was fascinated by my ripped Zara jeans and looked at them the same way my grandparents would. Like, what the hell are those things and how do they work? A fellow reporter, however, unfortunately didn’t take my jesting with the actor so lightly, and pointed out how inappropriate she thought they were to our colleagues as soon as I left the room. You all know how I feel about this. (Just why?)
But alas, the jeans.
Here I was, on the morning of that day:
https://www.instagram.com/p/BJwT9d6glPF/
And a moving side angle if you really want to get technical:
https://www.instagram.com/p/BJEhlr3gZoD/
But regardless of how *scandalous* you believe them to be, again, just why? Not that I needed validation. Nor do I need it now.
Because my clothing choices don’t reflect my brain or my work ethic.
Still, Morgan Freeman’s openness about not understanding my ripped jeans was hilarious and it made my day/week/year. Clearly, you can perform your job and have a strong interview even with a few rips in your jeans. Who knew.
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