Lately, I’ve been pondering coolness. Noting how outfits that are unbearably chic on women in magazines look like misguided games of dress-up on me. Acknowledging that certain of my blogging peers can don outlandish clothing, shoes, and accessories and make them appear artfully amazing. Seeing how some garments that exude coolness on their own suddenly become awkward and strange when worn by a person with a less-than-cool personality. Such a strange and elusive beastie, this coolness.
Originally posted 2011-06-22 06:32:38.
“Every woman dreams of having longer, fuller, thicker lashes.”
So proclaimed a voice that echoed forth from the mondo flatscreen as I bounced along on my stair climber at the gym. And I thought, “Not true. I don’t dream of having longer, fuller, thicker lashes. And I’m a woman.”
And then I thought, “Hm. But maybe I should consider mascara. Would I look better if I learned to apply and wear it? Do I look like a stumpy-lashed weirdo now, and not even realize it?”
Originally posted 2009-01-09 07:12:00.
A while back, Rosel wrote a fascinating post about getting pressured into carrying a counterfeit Louis Vuitton handbag. Her rather insistent aunts bought it for her, and essentially forced it on her. She did what I think most of us would’ve done in that situation: Succumbed to their wishes, carried the bag a couple of times to be polite, and then stashed it.
She then dropped me a note to ask for my thoughts on designer fakes and ask how women should react to social pressure to buy and wear/carry designer goods.
Originally posted 2011-09-21 06:07:11.