10 november

It was that time of year when a very particular dance was taking place. In fact, it was one of many such times of year over the course of, well, the year, of course this time. It was noticed most often by women, although men seemed to stumble through it as well. I'm referring, of course, to the changing of the seasons. While The Changing of the Guard is celebrated in any countries where it happens, mostly for ceremonial reasons, and sometimes for just a closer look at those hats, really for sure of course whose idea was that, the changing of the seasons was celebrated in much smaller and less ceremonial always. In schools, as well as offices, this dance was especially complicated. For people who worked at home or for young children or for the elderly, for that matter, this did not seemed to be such an issue. However, as many people are keenly aware, it is hardly uncommon to realize that you compare yourself to others, or they compare themselves to you, or maybe both. Rare are those who seem to float outside of this system. We are social people, after all, by which I mean social beings. Introvert, extrovert -- it just doesn't matter. As the song says, The girls walk by dressed up for each other, and the boys do the Boogie Woogie in the corner of the street. Come on out and dance, come on out and dance, come on out and make romance. The implications of this sophisticated scientific treatise indicate that if you are not dressed up, especially in comparison with those Other Girls, you will not be making much Romance. Even the Boogie Woogie matters in this intricate dance of biology. Although, you will notice, nothing is said about the boys’ clothing. Just saying. Is it sexist? Boys do wear clothes. But honestly, what would you rather have remarked upon about yourself, in the most complicated phrase ever? Your clothing in comparison to that of other women? Or your dancing prowess on the corner of the street? Come on out, as it were.