My semi-annual clothing foray was done last night. I needed to get some tshirts as my stock of existing ones is getting threadbare. I scored a few nice ones from Next and some cool lounging pants from Debenhams, so I'm happy. I might have to exceptionally have a third semi-annual forway to get more tshirts though, but that's ok.
We went to see Crash last night. It's a good movie, but I only give it 8/10. There is room for improvement in one or two of the characters, but otherwise, it's a very thought-provoking movie and should be seen. It makes you think and makes you uncomfortable. I was disappointed that I could predict a few bits, which is usually never good in a drama. We went with Katy's workmates. Katy and I were there an hour and a half early (ok, we were shopping, but still) and still we managed to get into the movie 5 minutes late because we were waiting for some people who were faffing around. See me not being impressed.
The bad news from last night is that Katy gave her car an ouchie in the parking garage. Le poo.
Aww. Clothes shopping is a combination of my most favorite and most loathed activities.
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which is which?
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Well, I adore new clothes. I only learned to do this after being able to afford nothing but “Vintage” or “Used by other people” for years. But I hate shopping for them, because
a) on my own, I can't usually afford what I want still
and
b) Clothing stores, having managed to convince most women to hate ourselves, our bodies, how we look, etc., now fuck with the sizing whenever they jolly feel like it, and also make absolutely everything for women into utter, detestable crap. Trying to find something that fits and doesn't look like it was spit out of a busted sewing machine half-hemmed and drooping is almost impossible. Even my beloved upscale-GAP Banana Republic isn't showing any decent colours – or ANY colour, PERIOD, this year, and that drives me insane 'cause I really only look good in saturated stuff. I'm pale. Reaaaal pale. So… uh… yeah. The Hate comes from a lot of different places, and I spent a while studying clothes and the industry informally, and at this point, it's so completely distant from reality that it's not even funny.
If you're a chick, you get Frump, Expensive Frump, The Holy Grail (things that fit and look good, buy two, because there will be no more), or, just possibly, to be a skinny teenager and everything works. Le sigh.
Oh. And everyone, at least in culture, privately judges you based on your wardrobe and colours. Yipes.
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Oh. But it's showing colour for men. Because men? Can always wear ties. Where women can't always wear scarves, because they tend to look flaky if you can't find the right type, and are invariably more difficult to tie, and too delicate to keep going. I love ties with that despondant adoration that knows that I am too short and girly to wear them, THANK YOU AVRIL FOR WRECKING THAT FOR ME, etc.
I think clothing is the only sport I follow, honestly, and it's almost no fun at all to do it in North America, because we frequently just buy crap from China and say it's worth $400 – I kid you not, that was a sweater. AN UGLY SWEATER. But I follow it anyway, and always end up wearing fitted dark t-shirts and blue jeans. Collared shirts when I can, because I love them almost as much as I love ties. Ooh. And suits. But those look best on men. And tall, androgynous women.
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in that sense, I can be typically male and not really care :) And if I do find something I like, I just usually buy a few (variations on the same theme)
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Yeah, I get that. I dunno. It's a sport, to me; find things that don't make me look ass. I have to look good, or at least something, in order to get heard. The glass ceiling sits firmly in place there, maintained by older women no less than by men.
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