Hey, don’t call me an Oxmoron!
And some of my best friends are Aggies. I always pat them on the head as they’re shipped off to Bovine U!
So many quandaries, so few square inches in the reply field:
Why?
What is this whole thing with white and summer supposed to be all about, anyway?
What is a teasip? Or even a teasipper? In whatever context you’re trying to evoke, that is. Obviously, it is a person (or device) who (that) sips tea. As opposed to, what, gulping it?
Teasip is a mildly deragatory term used by Aggies (Texas A&M alumni or students) to describe University of Texas alumni or students.
err, make that “derogatory”.
Teasip is short for teasipper which is a derogatory term we Aggies use for our arch-rivals at tu, who have the extreme poor taste of wearing burnt orange.
Is is used here in a good-natured ribbing, as I am what is known as a Two-percenter at A&M. In fact, in hindsight, I wish I had gone to Austin instead of College Station.
I am, however, totally serious about the burnt orange.
Then it must gall you to have to see that color evey day at sunset.
tu indeed. <snort> 
Shoot! I wanted to know what a teasip was!!
What would I have done? I’m very boring, antisocial, and apparently have a big stick up my butt, so I would have sniffed audibly and said nothing after the first inappropriate comment (the complimentary one), thus preventing the second one (the insult).
ANY comment from a stranger about ANY aspect of my personal appearance, flattering or insulting, is offensive. If it’s, say, a little old lady, I’m prepared to cut a little slack - I don’t want to be rude - but generally my demeanor in public discourages unwanted comments. Want to borrow my stick?
Hold on a sec. . . If I kick you up the ass, then my boots will match right?
This is why no one ever talks to me.
I agree with Demise, in theory, being a Longhorn myself.
But I have to give Homebrew the fact that burnt orange is NOT a particularly pretty color. Hell, neither is maroon, though…
Kayla’sdad, I would agree that you could “get away” with black boots and a brown overcoat. But this wasn’t outerwear; this particular jacket was an integral part of my outfit. Like wearing a brown pantsuit with black shoes. Doesn’t work.
Hell, I have never said the little fucker was WRONG.
Just that I’d have liked to make him forget how right he was while he feared for his life for a few seconds.
grrrrrr
Those who feel black anf brown don’t go together are welcome to argue the point with the next doberman or rottweiler they meet.
You could have put on a sweet as pie face and asked him if you should show him how well black and blue go together.
I hear they’re having a 2 for 1 sale on Fuckoff in housewares. You need to stock up!
It doesn’t 
Am I the only female on the planet who doesn’t know these things?
It’s a toss up for me.
I like all four options, “Thank Goodnes for Captain Fashion, a swift kick in the nards, The Jerk Store Called, and Fuck Off Asshole.”
Maybe you could combine them in your fantasy replay. He says COORDINATE IT, You could say, “Thank Goodness for Captain Fashion!” When he turns around you kick him in the nards. As he falls to the ground you can deliver the “Jerk Store” line. And then if he or his friend say anything, you could deliver the Fuck Off ASSHOLE really loud.
That’s why I love e-mail, know one knows how long it took to come up with a snappy comment.
Ok, you’re doing good so far…
…but now you’re making me very sad.
“Yeah, you’re right. Can I wipe my boots in your hair?”
Wasn’t it “cum burping gutter-monkey”? And I think the word “feltch” was in there too. It was a great quote, in any case.
And I thought brown and black worked too.
I mighta said “Given what you’re wearing, darling, you’re in no position to critique annnnyone else’s clothes.”
Or I mighta just said “Didn’t you get over that sort of comment in junior high?”
Or, realistically, since no-one ever thinks up good comebacks at the right time, I’da pro’lly said "Fuck off :rolleyes: " or even just :rolleyed: him.
Fenris
In Alaska, fashion means your fur hat is dead. But luckily, they make both white and black Bunny Boots, which means we can coordinate with Carharrts or Helly Hansens.
Don’t even get me started on the duct-tape cummerbunds… That’s high fashion at the Fly-By-Night Club…
Perhaps you should have pointed at him and shrieked loudly in that Invasion of the Body Snatchers way??
At the very least, it would have shut him up for a few minutes as he and his friends tried to get as far away as possible from the insane woman.
However, that is not what I would have done, of course. No, what I would have done would have been to stare at him blankly as my mind completely empties of thought and all my witty comebacks are nowhere to be found. 5 minutes later, when he’s long gone I would have thought of at least a dozen snappy retorts.
I’m afraid I don’t think too fast in the presence of blatant rudeness.
That’s a good point. Perhaps the best thing to do would have been to get the guy’s phone number and/or e-mail addy so youcould get back to him.
I still don’t get the basic problem. As far as I’m concerned, as long as the footwear keeps your feet protected from sharp gravel bits, smoldering cigarette butts, broken glass and animal droppings (and doesn’t contort your lower extremities into unnatural and unsustainable positions), it’s appropriate.