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A Treatise on Fashion When I was just a wee whippersnapper, I liked to choose wh
art Fashion is not shallow.
When I was just a wee whippersnapper, I liked to choose what I wore. Whether I was insisting on wearing my big sister's dance costume to school or standing on a pew and undressing in church, I liked to have control over the look, the feel. . .the OUTFIT.
Then, as I grew older, I decided that fashion was shallow. I didn't want to be labeled as "preppy." I didn't want to be "grunge" or worse yet, what junior high comrades called a "NILF" ("Nerd In Loose Flannel"). And with most "alternative" styles, there was always the trap of "trying too hard". I think, regardless of what I wore, I pretty much always fell into that category. Oh, what my eyebrows went through. I digress. Anyhow, averse to labels as I was, somewhere along the line I decided that the safest option, aka the one with the least risk of embarrassment or attention of any kind, was to be a "jeans and t-shirt" kind of girl. Not stuck up. Not trying too hard. Not materialistic. Not inappropriate. Not uncomfortable.
What a fearful way to live! What was I doing, making a choice based entirely on what I did NOT want to be, without even considering what I DID want to be?? Foolish child. Aw.
What DO I want to be? Comfortable? Well. . .if I'm house-cleaning or alone in my bed, then yes. But if other people are going to see me, damnit I want to be beautiful. I want to be more than that. I want to be intelligent. And sexy. I want to be a flower-strewn romantic and also dangerous and fun. See, what I want to look like is what I want to feel like. And hopefully, if I look that way, and feel that way, others will perceive me that way. . .and world peace will follow shortly after that or something.
Sometimes I dress all crazy because I'm feeling all crazy. Sometimes I feel all crazy because I'm dressed all crazy. Art imitating life; life imitating art.
Which brings me to my point: fashion IS an ART. Fashion is a profound expression of your worldview, your personality, and endless other barely perceptible traits, that you actually get to wear around. On your body. Everyone sees the expression and even judges it, so it is not shallow to take advantage--it's downright sensible. And it can become a lucious pleasure that's not even "guilty".
"One should eiither be a work of art, or wear a work of art." --so sayeth Oscar Wilde.
I resolve to be both. All the time. Fashion is not shallow. It is a positive artistic expression! I have rediscovered the child in me who likes to choose what she wears, sometimes with little or no regard to occasion, whether it be wearing an LBD to the coffee shop or. . .well, I guess I don't undress in church anymore. But then, I don't GO to church anymore.
P.S. An interest in fashion can make you look hot.
When I was just a wee whippersnapper, I liked to choose what I wore. Whether I was insisting on wearing my big sister's dance costume to school or standing on a pew and undressing in church, I liked to have control over the look, the feel. . .the OUTFIT.
Then, as I grew older, I decided that fashion was shallow. I didn't want to be labeled as "preppy." I didn't want to be "grunge" or worse yet, what junior high comrades called a "NILF" ("Nerd In Loose Flannel"). And with most "alternative" styles, there was always the trap of "trying too hard". I think, regardless of what I wore, I pretty much always fell into that category. Oh, what my eyebrows went through. I digress. Anyhow, averse to labels as I was, somewhere along the line I decided that the safest option, aka the one with the least risk of embarrassment or attention of any kind, was to be a "jeans and t-shirt" kind of girl. Not stuck up. Not trying too hard. Not materialistic. Not inappropriate. Not uncomfortable.
What a fearful way to live! What was I doing, making a choice based entirely on what I did NOT want to be, without even considering what I DID want to be?? Foolish child. Aw.
What DO I want to be? Comfortable? Well. . .if I'm house-cleaning or alone in my bed, then yes. But if other people are going to see me, damnit I want to be beautiful. I want to be more than that. I want to be intelligent. And sexy. I want to be a flower-strewn romantic and also dangerous and fun. See, what I want to look like is what I want to feel like. And hopefully, if I look that way, and feel that way, others will perceive me that way. . .and world peace will follow shortly after that or something.
Sometimes I dress all crazy because I'm feeling all crazy. Sometimes I feel all crazy because I'm dressed all crazy. Art imitating life; life imitating art.
Which brings me to my point: fashion IS an ART. Fashion is a profound expression of your worldview, your personality, and endless other barely perceptible traits, that you actually get to wear around. On your body. Everyone sees the expression and even judges it, so it is not shallow to take advantage--it's downright sensible. And it can become a lucious pleasure that's not even "guilty".
"One should eiither be a work of art, or wear a work of art." --so sayeth Oscar Wilde.
I resolve to be both. All the time. Fashion is not shallow. It is a positive artistic expression! I have rediscovered the child in me who likes to choose what she wears, sometimes with little or no regard to occasion, whether it be wearing an LBD to the coffee shop or. . .well, I guess I don't undress in church anymore. But then, I don't GO to church anymore.
P.S. An interest in fashion can make you look hot.
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