I've been on something reasonable of meetings. But then, I generally end up sitting on the floor alongside my wardrobe, a heap of garments drooped over my lap, totally confused with respect to what to wear. I'm typically heaving and puffing about how strange it is that ladies are relied upon to satisfy these unreachable guidelines of "pretty" yet "not very lovely." Because, you know, you would prefer not to give some unacceptable impression — since our skirts state such a great amount about our abilities.