My step-mom gave me the most ugly, compact, BLACK, pleather(?) fanny pack recently.
She asked if I wanted it and I laughed. Of COURSE. How could I pass up that opportunity?
So today, I decided to make it Fanny Pack Day. I resolved to wear this like it was 1993 and strut without shame.
I wanted to see if I’d get any reactions. Sadly, it was anti-climactic.
I DID get an obvious look from a middle-aged woman passing by me in the parking lot, however. A total smirk. BINGO.
AT least that’s something. My GOAL was to try to start a conversation with someone about it, if no one mentioned it. But I’m just not that social today. I had an agenda! And I did get it done!
I am delighted to report that I wore this without irony. With rain boots, though there’s nary a raindrop in the sky.
Fanny pack PRIDE, dude.
I like to do stupid things like this– wear something ridiculous and act like it’s totally normal.
A bit of subversive comedy,even if no one else notices. Ya gotta amuse yourself somehow!
I hope to report in another time with a better story– or maybe a picture.
Maybe I’ll ask someone if they’ll put it on and take a picture. Dare me?