When people’s characterization of me includes leggings, I knew I had a slight… problem. See, I work with kids. And kids are sometimes trendy. And when kids starting wearing these magical black quasi-stockings, I knew I had to have a piece of that ass-hugging pie.
![wearing the girl uniform at the Fearless launch](https://i0.wp.com/the-dregs.net/site/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/fearless-launch-jeggings.png?resize=184%2C279&ssl=1)
I don’t know what it is about leggings. They make me happy in a way no man has.
![singing an ode to rayon, polyester, and spandex at Sample Night Live](https://i0.wp.com/the-dregs.net/site/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/sample-night-live-jeggings.png?resize=132%2C282&ssl=1)
They complete my outfit, in timeless beauty.
![this is my 'hooray leggings' face](https://i0.wp.com/the-dregs.net/site/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/holiday-jeggings.png?resize=150%2C300&ssl=1)
They compliment any outfit, at any time.
![technically these are 'jeggings'](https://i0.wp.com/the-dregs.net/site/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/feearless-jeggings.png?resize=203%2C300&ssl=1)
Basically my motto is, damn my legs look good so why the hell not. I ain’t getting any younger, that’s for sure! VIVA LA LEGGINGS!
Tags: leggings, there are more pictures of me with leggings but I don't have 20 hours to spare to collect them all, what the hell