While introducing herself, Ruth said, "PG said I can post on whatever law/school topics I want, and as often as I want. I think that must have been an automatic reply email, as I would like to believe that most people of sound mind wouldn't give me anything that even resembled free rein over a blog."
The soundness of my mind is debatable (just ask my family), but I was indeed giving Ruth and our other guest bloggers the same latitude that the De Novo contributors "Sitting in Review" enjoy. And to prove it, I will write something very stupid inspired by Ruth's remarks about her physical and psychological discomfort in lawyerly clothing, and encourage our guest bloggers (along with all readers, of course) to offer amendments.
Damn, I Feel Like a Lawyer
to the tune of Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!"
I'm going in today, it's gonna be OK,
Gonna look just like the rest.
Wanna wear flip-flops, or pair of high-tops
But nice heels always are best.
All inhibitions, courthouse conditions,
Guard says, "Back into line,"
If I don't act politically correct
They'll note it at hiring time.
One more thing about being a lawyer
Is the requirement to look all grown up and...
No, no, no, do nothing crazy -- and don't be lazy,
Silk shirts -- wool skirts,
No, no, no, I can't go wild -- I'll get the partners riled
Go, go, go, get in the action -- make the transaction
Pull back my hair, call the au pair
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free -- but right now the way I feel
Damn, I feel like a lawyer.
Summers are on break -- tonight we're gonna take
The whole class out on the town
No need here to think -- go ahead and drink
But we're watching if you're a clown.
That's the way it goes
Can you feel it
Scratchy feel of hose
I feel like a lawyer.