It's hard to convince yourself that you are "bad" in the Michael-Jackson-from-the-early-80s-before-things-went-so-wrong sense when your socks have pom-poms dressed up as little bunny heads on them.

I learned this today when, desperately searching for a clean pair of socks so I could just get to the library, I came across my "Easter" socks. My mother is not a particularly cutesy woman, but she does love getting us holiday-themed socks. Since I had already worn my St. Patrick's day ones, I didn't think too much about it.

Turns out that the bunny heads sat over the top of the back of my crazy-ugly-puma-midtops and peeked out from under my jeans all day.