Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

Saturday, January 15, 2011

News Flash: I Don't Care What You Think About My Fashion

So, you know those articles on Yahoo!, the ones that are forever promising to tell you how to get a date, how to keep your guy happy, the things your guy isn't telling you, is your relationship on the rocks, etc., etc., ad nauseum? Well, yeah, I read those. Like they're going out of style. Which, actually, would be a good thing, because then there would be less of them to read and my life would probably be a little better. I'm not saying it would vastly improve the quality of my life, but I'm sure there's something else I could do with those five minutes.

These articles always rub me the wrong way, even if they don't piss me off. Before we lived together, I'd call The Boy and quiz him about the validity of any number of points the articles made. Looking back, I asked many leading questions so he knew to support my outrage, but still. Now that we live together, I'd actually have to wake him up to do that. Which means I'll blog about it on my poor, neglected corner of the web. The latest one is titled, "What the guys think of your fashion"; and appropriately enough for the title, there are four guys who offer pithy critiques to certain articles of clothing (and, in one case, accessories). Funnily enough, I tend to agree with the boys on which items are horrible and which can stay. Except on the giant sunglasses point. Because I love (and wish I looked good in) those giant sunglasses.

So what's the problem?

Well, my main problem stems from the idea that men are the ultimate authority on women's fashion. This is directly tied to the line of thought that goes something like, "You wouldn't dress like that if you didn't want me to hit on you". (A) That's not why I'm dressing like this. (B) Even if I wanted guys to hit on me, I still have the right to reject you specifically. My mini skirt? Doesn't give you carte blanche access to my person.

So! Men as the ultimate authority on women's fashion. It rubs me the wrong way! Partially because of the point above, but also partially because this article stems from the premise that if these four guys don't like, say, Ugg boots, then you as a woman who do like Ugg boots should automatically trash them. Because these four guys - whom you in all reality probably don't know - say so. Because if these four guys hate your Ugg boots, that means every guy will hate your Ugg boots, and what's more, not date you because you wear your Uggs, potentially with skirts. SO! You like your (insert fashion item here). X, guy down at the end of the bar, does not. If he were to say, "Hey, honey, I'd give you the time of day if only you weren't wearing (fashion item), but that makes you look like a slag and not worth it", would you get rid of (fashion item) in an effort to please X? I hope not. I would think that kind of baseless attack on something you like, along with an arrogant notion of him hitting on you is somehow paramount to your emotional well-being, would be met with a drink over the head. Or into the face. I'm not picky.

Listen, I hate Ugg boots too! And shirts that have writing on them that have witty sayings about how hot the girl wearing said tee shirt is! And sweats that have words on them! You know what I do? I don't buy any of those items. I have friends who like that stuff. I have friends who wear that stuff. And I manage to not go into rants about the sociological and gender problems inherent with things like tee shirts that talk about boyfriend stealing when I am around them. Mostly. But I respect the fact that my friends have their likes, their dislikes, and their ehs when it comes to what they will put in their closet. And if Ugg boots make them happy, then Ugg boots make them happy. And I'm not going to judge that. Because if Ugg boots fulfill a little slice of making them feel good about themselves and their day, then that is enough. And if a guy won't hit on them directly because of the Ugg boots, (a) unless he lets her know, we'll never know, and (catch-22!!) (b) if he does let her know that's why he's not hitting on her, he'll be that asshole X from earlier in this post and not worth her time anyway.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Hating On Bangs

One of my favorite things about Fridays is the Friday Feministing Fuck You, presented on Feministing's Youtube channel. I enjoy some videos more than others, and some of the feminists more than others; my favorite, as usual, is Jessica Valenti. But every single one of them has a trait I cannot stand. It is their bangs. Every single feminist blogger who has presented a Friday Fuck You has had those bangs:


Even as I agree (or sometimes disagree) with what is being said, I sit there only half paying attention to the commentary; I am constantly waiting for the bangs' inevitable descent to be a problem for the commentator, who will invariably shake her head to clear the bangs from her eyes (distracting) or sweep them back up into place with her hand (equally distracting). I long to give each of these girls some hair clips, a bobby pin, a pair of scissors, something -anything- to keep the offending bangs up and out of their eyes. Is this some hip feminist hair style of which I was unaware? If so, I would like for everyone in the world to become as ignorant as I.

I would like to point out that I come by my irritation naturally. My mother ranted for years about Disney characters' hair and how it was constantly in their faces. Moments of The Lion King and Beauty and the Beast are forever marred by my mother ranting about how Belle was constantly having to wipe those few errant strands of hair out of her face during musical sequences, and why Simba had to keep shaking his head -that these creatures were animated and the animators were ridiculous for making messy hair. I shook my head and shushed her at the time; but now I understand. Because ridiculous, impractical hair styles are distracting. And these side-swept bangs are very much a problem.

And a special thanks to MediaMaven for making the embedding of videos possible, once I figured out what she was talking about!