Braiding your own hair is hard.

I don’t know how to French braid. Fishtail braid?

Regardless, I can only do ONE braid. The easy one. The one with three strands of hair and a normal amount of fingers. No YouTube tutorials required.

I don’t know if being a halfwit when it comes to hair is all that uncommon. It seems like when I talk to… well, basically anyone who can French braid their own hair, they seem shocked that I don’t know how do something so simple. Like I’m telling them that I don’t know how to use a comb. “REALLY?” they say, as I explain how my hairstyle skills rival that of a Stay-At-Home Dad’s. “But it’s SO EASY!” they say, and I feel like I must be doing something wrong. I must be making it more complicated than it needs to be. Maybe I’m adding too much hair. Maybe I need more fingers.

The day that I learned the easy, no-frills, nothing-fancy-about-it braid was a big day for me. I think I was ten or eleven. Up until that day, I can remember taking two strands of hair and twisting them around until it resembled… I don’t know, something, a pretzel twist maybe?… and then trying to convince people that it was a braid. But not like, a regular braid. Like a COOL braid.

BOYFRIEND JEANS: NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND’S JEANS.

I used to think that if I wore “boyfriend” jeans, people might think that I actually had a boyfriend. Isn’t that why they call them boyfriend jeans? Because maybe your boyfriend left them at your house and – instead of putting on your OWN jeans that morning (you know, the ones designed for your female body type that actually fit) – you were like, “Oh, maybe I’ll just wear my BOYFRIEND jeans”.

Because that makes sense. Why wear your own clothes when you can wear your boyfriend’s clothes that were wadded up in a ball on your bedroom floor?

At least that was how I’d always imagined it. Like Boyfriend spent the night, and we woke up together and maybe I left the house before he did – you know, for bagels or something – and I just slipped on his jeans because they looked soo comfy. And because I wanted the world to know that I had a boyfriend, and that maybe he was still at my place, and that maybe he wasn’t wearing pants.

This doesn’t make sense for a few reasons:

1) It’s weird. Why am I stealing his jeans? Why wouldn’t I just steal his sweatshirt like a normal girlfriend?

2) If I wanted to be “comfy”, why wouldn’t I throw on sweatpants? Even if they were “Boyfriend’s” sweatpants? Sweatpants are exponentially more comfy than any form of jeans that have ever existed, even men’s jeans that are baggy and have extra room in the crotch area.

3) Men’s jeans are baggy and have extra room in the crotch area.

Seriously. Even if Boyfriend and I were the same size – and I’m going to level with you here, boyfriends and I have never been the same size – his jeans would not be comfortable. Jeans are not soft and blanket-y like over-sized sweatpants. They’re made of denim. You’re wearing baggy denim. How many times have you said to yourself, “Gee. I can’t wait to go home and throw on my baggy denim sweatpants…”…. oh, right. Never.

Because that’s not a thing.

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