I walked into work this morning, and the dearest, sweetest, most Christian lady I work with, informed me that I look like a Apache Dancer.
Seeing the rather quizzical look on my face and hearing me ask if there were unseen feathers on my outfit, or even war paint, she explained that they are some sort of exotic dancer from the sixties. In her eyes, a great compliment.
Apparently, they wear black and white striped shirts, lots of red lipstick, black chokers and fishnets. I am lacking the fishnets and red lipstick, but they have made an appearance before.
Upon Googling it I found the description of the typical Apache dance "The plot is of a French underworld character (the Apache; possibly a pimp in this case) asking his woman (possibly a prostitute) for money. She refuses, he slaps her around for awhile, and eventually drags her into a dance--curiously enough, a waltz rather than a tango."
Nice. Maybe I should look into new career options and just skip college as a whole?
If you request it, your university will probably offer it as a major next year. Anything to keep that tuition gravy train moving.
fishnets and red liptsick?
How can you go wrong!