Being a Hotfessional, Casual Fridays cause me Friday morning angst. How much can I really get away with to fit in? Since my “home base” building doesn’t have customer traffic, the only people I interact with while I’m here are other technology execs…in other words…none of us are out there with the rich guys. Essentially, it’s always business casual, but on Fridays it takes on a new meaning.

On one hand, I don’t want to wear my usual Execu-hot wear because if I do, the staff here assumes that either:

1. I think I’m better than them or
2. I am a highbrow bitch

On the other hand, my jeans are not exactly “mom” jeans. They’re worthy of stiletto heels and lace camisoles and juggling my Cosmo.

I do have a couple of strategies - like throwing on a blazer that covers my ass and wearing the jeans. Or dressing down a pair of pants from a suit with a fairly casual top. And I’m fine with that - really. I’m generally too cheap to go buy a pair of jeans that are not my usual style just to wear on Fridays. But - Oh My God! Some of the things I’ve seen around here today:

• Dollar store flip flops with stretch pants and a midriff baring T-shirt
• Shorts (!!!!! - in Michigan - there was FROST last night!)
• Badonkadonk butts - (if you haven’t seen the Subway commerical, click here) - in sweat pants.

Ladies….if you want to move up the food chain, (and I WANT YOU THERE!!!!), please think about the image you’re projecting when you walk out in the morning. Yikes.

One of my favorite Mark Twain quotes:

—– The finest clothing made is a person’s skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. —-