Attack of the White Legs

It's spring. Temperatures are escalating, desserts are getting colder; days are getting longer, and pants are getting shorter. That's right. The Europeans have pulled their shorts out of the space bags from the long winter's hibernation. The result? Blindness.

I've always had the impression that Europe was the land of pants. We all remember those pictures from 19th-century in which people brave the hot summers in wool pants and overcoat (complete with a pocket watch on a chain.) They're usually sitting on a sunny beach surrounded by flowers and green-green grass. Somehow women thought that translucent bonnet was going to somehow keep them cool.

Well, I was wrong. Skinny, pale legs with multi-colored stockings crumpled around the ankle. It's slightly disgusting.

I don't feel bad about being pale anymore. I at least have a little bit of a tan.