Why men don’t like me
I was traveling with girlfriends when I found this red tutu – I was getting ready to have my house warming at the LaLa after two plus years of fucking hell and I saw that tutu and thought, that’s what I’m going to wear. I was so excited about it but my friend (JKTR) was apoplectic – You’ll Never Find a Man if You Wear That Skirt! – she declared to me in no unspoken terms. She pleaded, I ignored her even though I did have a moment of pause, but then said, fuck it.
Had a great time, didn’t find a man.
Today, the Times Picayune was out at the music video event and the reporter interviewed us and she asked me where I got my tutu – I said, “This? Let me tell you about this tutu, my friend JKTR told me if I wore this skirt I’d never get a man and you know what happened? I became a lesbian.”
My friends all shook their heads and said, “true story.” One of them asked the reporter if she was going to write that and she said yes. Another asked, will the TP print it though?
Back in the truck, sitting in dead stopped traffic in the turnstile of Canal Place, we cranked up Mercy by Duffy and then Valerie by you know who and danced on the back of the truck and around the sides. This is what happens when you wear skirts like this. You go nuts.
