At last, miniskirts are back in style. I and my beautiful legs have been waiting 24 years for this and yesterday we road-tested our brand new skirt in the great out of doors. I wobbled all over the neighborhood on my high-heeled boots, enviously staring at the beautiful men gliding along effortlessly in their five-inch spikes. I was so busy checking out my eight-foot legs in a reflecting window that I walked right by the cameras and police escort and tall, shiny hair of Mr. Mayor Gavin Newsom. One of the cops in the escort eyed me in a friendly, piggish way. “What’s up?” he said.
“Hemlines!” I said happily, and stalked on.