plaid dress

It might surprise you to learn that there are actually *two* versions of Leighton Meester. There’s the one that everyone sees on-screen and attending fancy events, who wears designer dresses and pioneers new trends. Then there’s the actual version: just your average woman who admits to loving yoga pants, questionable aughts trends, and struggles to clean out her closet just as much as the next person.

Yesterday, my students decided I look like Dipper and refused to call me by my name. Today, they noticed my plaid realized that I dress more like Wendy.

“Oh my god, you’re like a boy Wendy! I’m going to call you Wendy now.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s ‘Wendo’ to you, kid.”

Now my kids and all their friends in other classes shout “WINDOW!” whenever they see me, to the deep confusion of everyone else.

“I wouldn’t want my favourite Vulcan to get cold on my watch!”

Some soft Spirk on a foreign planet! Dedicated to the wonderful @plaidshirtjimkirk , whom I greatly admire, especially because she took it upon herself to protect the beauty of healthy relationships against the terrible clutches of unhealthy media!

You rule! Keep being awesome!