Hi. You may be scratching your head right now and questioning why I thought the dead of winter would be an ideal time to bare my midriff. I am saying this because my friends and also my dad(!!!!) voiced similar concerns.

I’ve therefore taken the liberty of composing a hypothetical question/statement of sorts using the questions and general consensus-izing being done in my general vicinity. This question/statement of sorts will adequately (and collectively) take all of your pressing queries/life anecdotes and give you answers and ALSO a new way of thinking about something that is important to me and something probably very important to you.

“Dani, there is snow outside and I think we need to arrange an intervention. You are just getting over a cold and this is no time to be exposing various surfaces of your body, especially if they are not miscellaneous appendages that are usually exposed…(???). Even though I live in California and/or near the Equator and/or in your house, my brain (and general being) can comprehend that a Canadian winter is no time to be compromising your /unnaturally long/ torso’s modesty. Why are you doing this? Please reconsider.”

My response, although not-so-lengthy, is actually very sensical and will make you retract any lingering suspicions that I have lost all sense of what it means to dress weather-appropriately. #savetheturtleneckcroptops

Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that the following is only really occurring because I have a bit of extra time on my hands. Though I am an avid appreciator of the written word, I am by no means a poet; (and I know it). I really just thought that given the topic at hand, an “ode to turtleneck crop tops” would be incredibly appropriate / really necessary / *unique* just like me!!!(!!!!)

Fin.