So I'm standing there in front of 34 college students trying to explain the dire socio-political and ecological effects of America's dependence on fossil fuels, and I notice my pants bespeckled with glitter from the afternoon's craft project with my dear clumsy four year old. At this moment a number of things go through my head-- don't look at it or try to brush it off in case they haven't noticed it/everybody must be staring at it/maybe it looks cool in a sort of Michael Jackson This Is It kind of way/now I have to burn these pants because this stuff doesn't come off.
Ultimately, this is a lose/lose situation. I really liked those pants.
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