Have you ever met someone or something for the first time only to wonder where that thing has been your entire life? That’s jolie laide to me.
I was only recently introduced to the phrase at work by J who was blown away by my rather questionable fashion choice of Birkenstock sandals with boot socks – the kind of boot socks that remind you of an old school Sock Monkey. I always called it my 90s Lesbian Dad Chic look, especially when paired with jorts, but that description is a little hit or miss here in the Midwest. Or maybe it’s my delivery that’s hit or miss?
I have conflicted emotions about posting online… well, outside of IG and certain communities on reddit. I mean, I’ve written this first post in my head more than a dozen times before I bit the bullet and just went for it. And even now I’m typing, then deleting my own words because who am I to think I have anything interesting to add to an already saturated form of personal media? On the other hand, who’s really going to stumble across this? So what do I have to lose?