To be sure, as a 32 year old guy with no kids and absolutely no sense of fashion, I felt a little out of place in the Girls’ section of the department store. Looking rather lost, I awkwardly stumbled my way past racks of pink and purple jackets and tiny shirts covered with bunny rabbits and rainbows. “OK”, I thought, “I’m clearly out of my element here, and I need to enlist the help of someone in the know. I need a pint-sized fashionista.”
I looked down at the piece of crumpled paper in my hand, which read “Janaya, size 4” – and wondered to myself what size I would I be if they handed out numbers like that for men – but never mind, I’m getting sidetracked. Read More