Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Omg BRB!

Brb real quick guys! I'm a bit strapped for time at the moment--not only are we at the end of the semester, but I'll be graduating in two weeks! Throw some Thanksgiving, Black Friday work-days, Christmas shopping, and depressing tales of the illusive Sleep, and we end up with boring outfits and less and less energy to blog.

This is not to worry! I will be back soon (in fact, now that I've made this post I'll probably post something in an hour anyway), hopefully rejuvenated and alive! For the moment though, I'm going to go scrounge around for candy and maybe curl up in a ball and nap on a sofa.

For hilarity.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

I Hated it But...

Last night at work (a phrase that I notice is showing up more and more in my vocabulary) a customer made a comment that I’ve been meaning to write about for a while. She had tried on several pairs of boots, booties, shoe-boots, and one pair of pumps. These were one of the pairs, and she did end up leaving with them, but I couldn’t help but be perplexed by one of the things she said while contemplating her purchase.

“I kind of hate them [that kind of shoe] and think they’re ugly but everyone else seems to like them.”

This is the kind of statement I hear quite often (along with my least favorite “My husband/boyfriend/fiancé will kill me if I come home with another pair of shoes”—this annoys me to no end. I think it feeds into typical stereotypes and weird gender roles, not to mention, what kind of person are you—that would spend unnecessary money on shoes to the point it warrants arguments-- and are you dating that would seriously get upset over it if it’s not a huge penny-pinching deal? Annoyance, I has it) both while working and shopping. I suppose it’s something that goes along with trends and those loyal to the Church of the Trendy, but really. If you don’t like something, why spend the money on it? Not to mention why put something on your body that you don’t even like?

It’s a similar feeling I get when people ask me questions about what they can wear things with. Since reading blogs more regularly, my concepts of those archaic ‘Rules of Fashion’ seem ridiculous and strange to me. I’m not entirely sure how this feeds into trends, although I suppose it has something to do with doing your own thing and wearing what you like, how you like, and all of that. I never know how to answer those questions, because as far as I’m concerned the only reason why I wouldn’t wear furry boots in the summer is because it’s too hot, not because it looks out-of-season. I don’t see that wearing brown, grey, navy, and black in any combination is a problem, just like wearing white after Labor day is definitely a rule that is just about the most dated thing ever. Also, suede is for all seasons, and leggings still aren’t pants.

It’s also a bit of the snob in me. I hardly ever say it out loud, because of the kind of person I might seem to be, but I find my little inner narrator (I narrate my days in my head) scoffing at people who scoff at me. Obviously, they don’t get it, with their Ugg boots and Hollister jeans, tanned and buying boob-baring dresses at Bebe, such unoriginal trendsters!

And then I feel mean and guilty all day.

But the thing really is, why buy something, no matter how trendy or in it is, if you don’t like it? It’s one thing if it grows on you—I always hate something, think it’s the fuggiest of the fug kings and then after staring at it for ages and ages, I want it, need it, have to have it (my Minnetonka triple-fringe boots are an example of this, and now I love them and everyone thinks I’m a weirdo who stomps around campus like a Clydesdale)—but if you don’t like it, don’t wear it.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Smartie Pants.

On Saturday I couldn't decide if I felt like dressing like a boy or a girl. I'm aware how strange and loaded that statement seems to be, particularly for someone minoring in gender studies, but I don't honestly mean anything by it except just that. Instead I went for a strange kind of mixture that isn't exactly androgynous, in fact I'm sure it's still quite girly, mostly by virtue of pants.

(Could I look any more posessed?)

I have a whole bunch of pins that say odd things like this, a word and a little picture to make a whole word or phrase, and I love them to bits and bits and bits! Because the internet is wonderful, I may now point you to Jane Jenni! I thought I was only able to get such things in a little gift/stationary shop by my cousin's college, but I ran into some the other day more locally and just about died of happiness (!!) and bought a funny little cup. No idea what I shall do with it, drink orange juice from it one would think, but I'm afraid to use it. It's made of plastic so it's not like it's particularly precious, but still!

Today at work, a girl bought a bunny at the pet shop and was walking around with it in her arms. I almost lost my mind! In my head my brain and heart were screaming "BUNNEH!" but I had to keep my cool. This didn't really work as I rose up on my toes and got all squinched up in excitement. I love bunnies!

Saturday, November 15, 2008

"They called me the hyacinth girl."

Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas, riffling Penguin Classics provocatively... But it wasn't just intellectual experiences. They were peddling emotional ones, too. For fifty bucks, I learned, you could "relate without getting close." For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack.

--Woody Allen, The Whore of Mensa

Monday, November 10, 2008

Disappearing Acts.

Oops! I'm not entirely certain about what happened there! I would like to tell you all that school has overtaken my life and that I am off cultivating all kinds of exciting scholarly pursuits, but alas, it is not so (aside from my project on Plague, which fills me with inappropriate delight). I haven't even been lazy and languid, although I haven't really been wanting for lovely wonderful things either--which is a statement that is insipid to a point where I almost can't stand it--despite the rest of everything else.

I ended up changing into thicker tights, since the weather went back to being chilly and cranky, which got the strangest and most distasteful of looks. I wore a pair with one black and one white leg. Such hostility from those little things! On the other hand, I did sort of predict this kind of thing last year. I also wore them on campus on Halloween as my pre-costume outfit, or part of it (I didn't run around without clothing on, I know that some things do not qualify as pants) and the reaction was happy and good! I guess some people are just the biggest snobs and I don't care a bit about them anyway. The remarkable thing was I didn't. A horrible girl in a pastry shop gave me the worst look, and I didn't care at all because at least I wasn't wearing a puffy vest! I was quite happy to be in my silly tights, with my new favorite dress-which I bought two of because it went on sale for ten dollars--that you see pictured.

But the weather makes things difficult, no longer is vague layering sufficient, now we call for coats and scarves and perhaps the occasional mitten.

In other news, my boyfriend took me to go see Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band, and besides the horrendous yelling man four or five rows back whose existance I cannot even begin to fathom, it was such fun! We don't often go out and venture into the world for day trips and things, since we're both so fond of home and blankets, but it is something we will have to do more often!

Saturday, November 1, 2008

The Return of Costumes.

Halloween! Was awesome! In the past few years I forgot how much fun it was to do just about anything on Halloween. It makes me feel fidgety and silly all day, unable to sit still in (or even go to) classes, and strange. Where you feel out of place without a costume, and also out of place with one. An impromptu Halloween party ended up being just the ticket to launch me into elaborate imaginings of next year and the one after!

I ended up assembling my costume mostly from bits of things I already had--not much of a stretch, the costume looked like my regular clothing until the addition of the large bow and nest of hair--and just had to buy five yards of pink tulle, some fake birds, and white hair spray. In the end it's always all about the hair. Since I cut it--I trimmed it about a week ago to chin-length--I stuffed the middle bit with extra black tulle and teased the crap (oh, eloquence!) out of the middle bits (I had already curled most of my hair with foam rollers overnight). This worked quite nicely, until I had to go to bed. In the end I tossed some birds and shiny things in there and it worked out wonderfully. I wish it were the kind of hair-do that were socially acceptable on regular days.

Similarly, I wish to find a way to integrate a giant pink bow into my everyday life. It's like having a tail, I imagine, only perhaps better for while one can't do nifty things like balancing or picking things up with it, it swishes around in the most satisfactory manner and floats down stairs in a way that pleases a little morsel of my soul. It is also amusing to consider that one layer of baby-powder was not enough to get me anywhere near starkly white; it too closely matches my pallor! On the other hand, I do believe my skin is noticeably softer after washing the stuff off, so I may have to find a way to integrate it into a beauty regimen.

(Hi dad!)

And now I must elaborately plan next year's costume!