The Trouble With Leggings

My school dress code is very relaxed, and for anyone who knows me, that's a great thing. I'm very much a jeans and t-shirt girl, so having to show up to work each day in business attire is right up there on my list of Things I Don't Want To Do.

At my school you can get away with pretty much anything, providing you don't look like you just strolled in from the beach (that's a direct quote from my boss by the way). Most days I'll wear a casual dress or jeans and a nice shirt, but today I made the grave error of wearing leggings to school. Don't get me wrong, my outfit was totally up to dress code standards (most of the Korean teachers opt for leggings and a long shirt a few times a week) though I was quite unprepared for the groping.

Let me explain: plastic surgery is a very big thing in Korea. But unlike North American culture where breast implants and nose jobs are the most popular procedures, women here are more likely to request eye-reshaping and buttock augmention (aka. bum implants). Korean women have relatively flat bums, and as human nature dictates, we desire that which we do not have. Unfortunately, wearing leggings to school made it all too apparent to my little Korean girls (the boys couldn't have cared less) that I actually have a bum.

It started in my first class of the morning when little Jio, an itty bitty 40-something pound 7 year old, crept up behind me, placed one hand firmly on each of my bum cheeks, and lifted and squeezed as hard as she could. I was so mortified, I almost screamed before I spun around and tried to explain to her that you cannot do that to your teacher. She didn't seem to care much because her only response was "it's good".

The rest of the day pretty much followed suit. Always the girls, absolutely fascinated to the point where I had to impliment a 'no-touching' policy, and spent the majority of the day self-consciously tugging at my shirt and trying to figure out a way to write on the white board without fully turning around. I've learned my lesson though, my loosest-fitting dress is all lined up and ready to wear tomorrow, if I'm lucky they'll forget all about my bum by morning.

If not, I'll be investing in one of those old-fashioned hoop dresses that don't allow a speck of material to cling to your lower body.