Now that the weather is finally on the nicer side of “when the hell will spring get here anyway” I’ve been wearing shorts, finally. Over the decade that I lived in NYC I think I owned and wore one single pair of shorts, and then I probably only wore them in the privacy of my 250 square foot studio apartment in East Harlem. I don’t think I was every chided for wearing shorts in New York, but I always suspected that people would secretly talk trash about my pale knees if wore shorts in public. However, now that I live in the city where some dudes think it’s totally ok to wear flip-flops to the bar on a Saturday night, I have found that I don’t have the same qualms as I did on the east coast, and I wear shorts all the freakin’ time. Where was I going with that? Oh yeah, it’s warm enough to wear shorts! Hooray!