Tie-dyed T-shirt: American Apparel, altered Flashdance-styles by me
Pink Cami: no idea but it kept riding up and exposing my belly-button, 80s-style
Spangled Dip-dyed Skirt: from Winners
Boob-highlighting necklace: gift from A-Dubs (of course)
Bangles: actually from the 80s
Hair (not pictured): by Final Net
Inspiration: Pat Benetar and her taxi dancer posse in the “Love is a Battlefield” video
Fun Fact: My colleague’s wife and I were able to perfectly replicate the menacing dance-off from the video. Yes, it was awesome. No, there aren’t pictures.
Sometimes the pressure of that ticking tenure clock just gets to be too much and you have to bust a move to Billy Ocean (possibly the worst lyricist ever) and New Order (possibly the best band ever). I’m lucky to have colleagues, with DJ equipment and close ties to the local dive bar, who understand this.
Hallowe’en won’t be happening here at IPF, Eastern Division because I have to edit an article (due Monday), mark 60 mid-terms (to hand back Monday) and write a lecture on the Summoner’s Tale (which asks the age-old question, “What is the best way to divide a fart?” for Monday’s class). No Hallowe’en for the wicked.
(What is the best way to divide a fart? You’re wondering about this now, aren’t you?)