Skirting the Edge of Danger

I get a lot of crap for wearing dresses and/or skirts in the out-of-doors, and I'm starting to believe that this is one major prejudice preventing me from being invited along on camping trips. Frankly, I don't understand what all the fuss is about. Throughout history, plenty of career campers frolicked in nature sans pants, including (but not limited to) Annie Oakley, Indian maidens, and Mel Gibson in Braveheart.

I may not own a lot of pants, but I do seem to have an endless supply of bossy ex-boyfriends who were fixated on ridiculing me for something as innocent as wearing a Marni halter dress on a beach hike (TIP: maybe if you concentrated more on your own attire, you wouldn't have gotten arrested twice for panhandling in Pac Heights). I find that skirts are not only more comfortable than pants, but much more attractive when fluttering in the gentle tradewinds, framed by a pair of dolphins leaping gracefully under a rainbow . Also, if you are bitten by a water moccasin or a large scorpion, I can use the sash as a tourniquet and save your leg.

But look, I'm willing to make a compromise if you promise to take me camping this summer! I have already started a working list of camping-appropriate outfits, keeping in mind the close proximity of an open flame and my low tolerance for alcohol after a light meal of trail mix and wild berries. This over here to the right is just a sample...

So, what do you say? Are you going to take me to the woods, or what?! Please continue to visit Take Jenni Camping for further arguments for taking me camping until someone fucking takes me camping! Happy summer!

xoxo Jenni