k&k episode 19 - the one where they discuss venue-appropriate dress... and stuff...
This time around, we're fashion divas (not), and discuss our microphone setup and sexy headphones, smoking bans, orange juice, how the French instinctively know how to dress well, and describe a visit to the local patisserie. It's crazy, but you should definitely listen to episode 19.
K2, this was a very cute and entertaining, ENLIGHTENING podcast! First of all, it's fun actually hearing the voices of my fellow bloggers... Second, your giggling and cat drama was hilarious! I really enjoyed this and I even ignored my favorite show (Monk) to have a listen! Keep up the great work. :0)
I'm going to have to disagree about the beret thing, ladies. Many French women, even young ones, wear berets in the winter as head coverings. But amongst men, only older gentlemen wear them.
Regarding the track pants, the other day I was telling the two girls at uni who are going on exchange to the US next year about the joy of going to the dining hall at university in your flannel pajama bottoms, and OMG, you should have seen their eyes bug out.
Jess, I'm glad I'm not the only one wearing dorkily huge headphones ;) I admit that sometimes I leave them on too, even when nothing is playing, just so people leave me alone ;) It is an effective strategy!Mlle Smith, we are glad to be of service :) I hope you have tivo or something so you could catch up on Monk ;) hehe.Stefanie, well said. Your comments have been taken into account and you'll hear us addressing them in a future episode :)Kim, you CRACK me up. Do you spend all your time terrorising your fellow classmates? hehe.
You can site me as an example, I wear a beret in the winter that has a very funny story attached to it...
Oh Stefanie, perhaps you'll have to tell us about it sometime :)I think you would look tremendously stylish with a beret. I'd just look ridiculous if I tried wearing one.






I used to commute on the subway. I wore ginormous Koss studio headphones (they wrapped all the way around my ears, not just sat on them) because it was a very visible signal: "I'm not listening."I have a weirdo-magnet. I was getting "idle-chatted" (read: hit on) by strange people, including the dude with nasty dreads who smelled like pee and cigarettes. (It's never the cute man who hits on you in the train.)And let me tell you a little secret: sometimes, I wasn't listening to anything at all. I was just ignoring people.I realize there is a lot less interpersonal talking in the metro (heavenly) but I've experienced it there too, nonetheless.