You Left Me No Choice but to Google

There were some outstanding comments this week! I loved reading the brief synopses of your labor and delivery here! (and I totally had to just look up the plural form of synopsis) The following comments regarding school dress codes sent me on a Google search:

Calicobebop: "Too funny. I've seen girls walking around in their Old Navy pj bottoms - and I know they're ON because I own them! Stacy and Clinton would faint.

Actually, it would be kind of interesting to see what Stacy and Clinton came up with in the way of school dress-codes wouldn't it?"

Katydidnot: "ooooh. calico has it right, get stacy and clinton on it, and we'll all be saved from the thong sticking out of the tooooo low jeans phenom."

Because I was all "who are Stacy and Clinton?". At first read I thought it was in reference to Hillary Clinton and her daughter and that perhaps there was some part of her presidential campaign regarding school uniforms or proper dress for young ladies. Then I was wracking my brain trying to remember her name because "Stacy" didn't sound right. Then I was all, "her name is Chelsea. Is Stacy a nickname I'd never heard of? Am I out of some loop?". So I consulted the omniscient Internets and they delivered What Not To Wear. So thanks, ladies! For bringing me up to speed on my pop culture trivia!

Lord Andrew of Goulding's (look who has a fancy name!) comment from my freakout session: "I really don't understand women. Aren't all your worries what bringing them into the world was for, that they'd become...adults?"

Your Lordship, it is probably just as hard to understand women in this matter as it is for women to understand men who are overbearing fathers to their daughters during the dating years. Sitting at home cleaning their shotguns, metaphorically and sometimes literally, and peeking through the windows to make sure that good night kiss is somewhat innocent. Except I understand it.