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Teacher drag: a reflective update


When I first was getting ready to move out of my childhood home and into a condo with V, my mom wasn’t (outwardly) upset about her oldest daughter moving out. Instead, she was very upset that she wouldn’t get to see my “teacher drag” every morning as we both got ready for work.

(The idea of “teacher drag” stems from a poem I wrote when I first started teaching. A year prior,  I was doing teaching observations and simultaneously being a Resident Assistant, one of my residents saw me early one morning. She remarked, “You look very… Republican. Like a young Barbara Bush.” I couldn’t help but laugh, but her comment stuck with me. This incident inspired the phrase “teacher drag.”)

When I saw how upset my mom was, in my immediate need to comfort her, I swore I would send her a selfie every morning. Then, she told me to instagram it, as she was trying to get more familiar with instagram. I started using the hashtag #TeacherDrag, which I had only used once or twice before, the week I moved out, and what started as a sweet inside joke between me and my mom grew into something much larger. My friends started texting me how they loved seeing my outfits, and when I changed the privacy settings on my instagram and made it public, I suddenly had a slew of fashionistas (and teachers) liking my posts and following me.

One of the first #TeacherDrag outfits

I have to admit, before #TeacherDrag was a thing, there were some mornings I just didn’t care. I never quite looked like I’d just rolled out of bed, but there were days where maybe I didn’t wear the most flattering outfits, or my hair was a mess, but it didn’t matter because I was spending the day with teenagers.

#teacherdrag #ootd #nyandcompany #favoritedress #howifellinlovewithevamendes

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Somehow, #TeacherDrag turned me into more of a fashionista. I’ve always loved accessories, and I’ve been known to base entire outfits around a necklace, but this hashtag has definitely made me put my forgotten accessories to work! I’ve received texts when I haven’t posted my morning photo before 7 (lol), and I feel a sense of importance with what I’m doing. When I was in that elevator that morning a few years ago, I thought #TeacherDrag had to be pearls and power suits. Pearls still are a staple of my wardrobe, but I’ve ditched the power suits to be more fun. Now, I realize what I wear to teach can be young, fun, and exciting without breaking any dress codes.

So, my fellow teachers, I ask you this: What does your #TeacherDrag look like? Share it on instagram using the hashtag and let me know!

Oh, and don’t worry– it may be Summer Vacation, but I’m teaching Summer School the entire month of July. #TeacherDrag #SummerEdition is a thing. 😉



Last night I went to a first birthday party. For a dog.

I wore earrings I got on a trip when I was 9 and in Girl Scouts. My fucking troop was like Troop Beverly Hills. We were supposed to camp in an amusement park. Instead, our leaders took our money and we “camped” in the freaking Hilton. The only good to come out of this trip were these earrings that I found in the gift shop– a dog and a fire hydrant.

I still want to go camping in Hershey Park. Spoiled bitches. ⛺️⛺️⛺️

Worst break up ever

Last week was a really traumatizing week for me. I tried to go clothes shopping for 3 days in a row, and I was either insulted or too fat for every store I entered. I’m currently right in between “regular” sizes and plus size clothing so this really didn’t add to my current body image issues.

I even ended up going through a traumatizing break up with Target. This was, by far, the worst part of last week. Target has been my go-to place for jeans and cute outfits since I was a teenager. Target has been my most consistent, reliable relationship for the past 10 years or so, and even when Target breached my sense of security and stability, I found it in my heart to work on our relationship and forgive them. I’ve been slowly working on making my way back into their stores following the holiday fiascos that made national headlines, and I even found myself rationalizing why “my Target” didn’t have a plus size section anymore two weeks ago (“It’s one of the smaller stores in the chain!”).

Even amongst a broken, abandoned, snow-filled heart, I found a way to love Target.

Even amongst a broken, abandoned, snow-filled heart, I found a way to love Target. I just didn’t realize I was giving as much as Target was taking.

I have loved them deeply and inexplicably for years, and I found out, officially, at a “bigger store” last week that they have essentially stopped carrying plus size clothing. Instead, they’ve replaced the plus size racks with “Small” and “Extra-Small” clearance items, along with a line of bathing suits that seem to be promoting the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. I asked an employee, point blank, if Target had gotten rid of plus sizes. I was half-joking, not expecting the following response:

Yea. We haven’t had new plus sizes for awhile. We put all of them on clearance at the end of the season. Maybe we’ll get a new shipment in a few months, by the end of the summer.

Well, dang, that was heart breaking to hear. I found a piece on Jezebel that actually confirms this disastrous news to be true.

Eff you, beauty standards.

There's something wrong with replacing women's clothes with "women's clothes" meant for a pre-pubescent 12 year old.

There’s something wrong with replacing women’s clothes with “women’s clothes” meant for a pre-pubescent 12 year old.

So, I took a leap of faith last week. I went to the mall to look for professional clothes for work, which usually makes me have angina. I found a cute blazer, but I really wanted to find a new dress. I stepped outside my comfort zone and into New York & Company, where I discovered that Eva Mendes loves me more than Spot, the forgotten Target dog, does. She has a super cute vintage-inspired spring clothing line THAT IS MEANT FOR GIRLS WITH CURVES. I fell in love with an adorable silky navy blue dress covered in polka dots and roses. I happily checked out, and I even opened a New York & Company card, which is something I’ve never EVER done with a mall store.20140325-165802.jpg

Much to my delight, when I was home sick today, I had on daytime television. Eva was on Ellen WEARING THE SAME DRESS THAT I BOUGHT FROM HER LINE.20140325-165819.jpg

So, thank you, Eva Mendes, for justifying my girl-crush on you. Thank you for saying it’s okay to have curves. Thank you for making me feel human. And screw you Target for saying I’m not worthy of your time or money. We’re over.


(Before anyone asks, no, this is not a sponsored post. I’m just going through body image issues and Target actually sucks at comforting me. Thank God for Eva Mendes.)