Just a thought before bed

I know I will never be cool or influential enough to start a fad. Heck, who wants to start a fad anyway? But it occurs to me that there seems to be a month for everything. Every marginalized group gets to squeeze between the margins of a 30-31 day space of time (save February of course... but we all know that is a conspiracy by the man:) So last month was masturbation month (um, does that mean we have to stop this month?) and there is a month for writing novels, there must be a month for saving the planet and one for destroying it too (July?) And one for riding your bike to work and another for hanggliding there (hmmm. I want to learn to hangglide, but M. skeptically or snidely remarked, laden with sarcasm, that it was something I "wasn't made for" which makes me want to do it just to prove him wrong.) There is most likely a month for reading banned books (thanks for the amusing list J.) and one for burning them, or flags, or both, but what if this month could officially be "wear no underwear to work" month?

What wonderful things could happen if no one were to wear underwear to work? Would there be sly smiles exchanged by the watercooler, the knowing look of the initiated? Tantalizing. I have decided (when not riding bike - um yes this does pose a problem) that it feels so marvelous to wander about with fabric flapping freely (skirts are a must, or other forms of unbifurcated garments) and no binding elastic that I am going to strike out and go pantyless for the month of June (convenient for me I will be not working for half of the month... maybe that can be the trend... the half-month hurrah free from the constraints of convention).

There I go again being silly. As previously stated... I have to amuse myself somehow, n'est pas?