Of COURSE some women are bad drivers, SOME people are bad drivers in general.
This stereotype makes less sense to me than, like, any sexist stereotype. Because it’s easily proven false. Why on earth would insurance companies charge male drivers more than females otherwise?
I find that when I’m in the car with a male driver and he begins to bitch about a female driver (I’m looking at you especially, dad), he’s bitching because he wants to go faster or something and the female driver is taking her time before turning when cars are coming, or is—GOD FORBID—actually obeying the speed limit.
And one more thing. In my hometown, no one knows how to deal with a goddamned pedestrian. I am nearly killed at least once a week when I have the right-of-way. I couldn’t be any more cautious and yet, some douchenozzle inevitably ignores the ‘Walk’ sign that I have and turns at 45 mph around a corner in a 25 zone, seemingly without even looking to see what they’re about to turn towards. These people? ALWAYS. FUCKING. MEN. And as we all know, anecdotes are actually facts generalizable to the rest of the world.
Dying, just dying at this ebay listing for a beautiful blue satin bustle gown for $750. So incredibly beautiful. I can’t wait till I’m a billionaire and can buy these things. Sigh.
Lady Gaga Approves Of Tavi, Disses Cathy Horyn
It’s nice when news bits reaffirm my allegiances. Wish Lady Gaga would disappear off the face of the planet, think Tavi is a smart and promising young girl but that her fame and prominence in the fashion industry is currently ridiculous, and generally am a pretty darn big fan of Cathy Horyn.
All is right with the world.
Was just looking at the information on international data usage for my Verizon phone. If I used the same amount of data in Morocco as I do here…it would cost me $60,000 for my two-week visit.
not sure when this was first announced, but THIS IS SO AMAZINGLY AWESOME COOL.
We are thrilled to announce our keynote speaker for the Costume Society of America Annual Meeting and Symposium, ATL Global Gateway. Andrew Bolton, Associate Curator for The Costume Institute at The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Mr. Bolton will be talking about the exhibit Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty.
Andrew Bolton. Courtesy of The Metropolitan Museum of Art by Don Pollard.
Aha. A reason to post my favorite picture ever, my answer to stfusexist’s photo. This is Mr. Marzipan and Musashi, our kitten, this past December. The only problem is that I worry Musashi might have a bit of misogynist in him. >_< Regardless, this photo makes me turn to mush every time I look at it.
Here’s one last picture of sexy feminist boyfriend and smooshy feminist cat. Sweet dreams!
Honestly I didn’t want to reblog this photoset (it kinda bugs me out), but just the news, because YES I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS. I bought my first pair of J Brand jeans in 2007 and ever since, I have never loved another brand’s jeans more. I love that the washes never look like they’re trying too hard, I love the unadorned back pockets, I love the feel of their fabrics and the way they fit on me. I love that they had straight-leg jeans, my favorite leg, since pretty much the beginning and STILL DO. I love that they have such a wide variety of styles. I love J Brand jeans, and though I only own about two pairs at a time (I’m really a skirt/dress person), at least one pair is always J Brand. I can’t wait to see what comes of this collection. And then see it on sale. Heh.
J Brand the 6-year old denim company is branching out into sportswear for Spring 2012. The collection, according to WWD, is meant to compete with designers such as Rag & Bone and Isabel Marant and will have items made out of non-denim materials like silk chiffon and leather in a very understated palette of colors.
The line will range from $200-$1,500 and be out in 60 J Brand stores this spring.
-JK [via WWD]
It will never cease to amaze me just how much grossness a vintage garment can reveal itself to have been carrying when I give it a nice handwash.
I think that a few weeks ago I posted a photo of this vintage pink maxi dress that I scored on ebay for like $20. Well, when I received it I was really quite pleased. It’s so well made and the exterior fabric is really nice. I did, however, detect two rather small yellow spots on it, the sort that looks like a decades-old stain whose chemicals oxidized and discolored. I’ve found those tend to be pretty easy to get rid of with a nice soak in a dilute bath of OxiClean (assuming the garment is strong enough to withstand that), so I opted to soak this dress. After giving it an initial rinse, I let it sit in a tub full of cold water and a bit of dissolved Oxi Clean for about four hours, expecting to find the water a tad murky but not much more.
Well, what I found was really totally disgusting. The water was a deep yellow-brown shade and the sopping wet dress smelled like crazy of old cigarettes. Apparently this dress had just been marinating in tar for like fifty years. I would have never, ever guessed that when I first pulled it out of its shipping box! The colors were vibrant and without the slightest discernible yellow/brown/dingy overcast. The smell was just vaguely icky; it was the same sort of smell carried by all vintage clothes that haven’t been cleaned recently.
Thanks goodness the idea of washing this won out—I would have been sweating in the blistering Marrakech heat, bathed in someone’s half-century old cigarette residue.
The moral of the story, I guess, is that you should always always always wash your vintage, because you never can know if it’s got some kind of gross grossness hanging out in its threads…until it meets up with some water..
Musings from Behind the Bar: GAH.
1. That sounds awesome, congrats!
2. The offer still stands for you to write for Lawsonry about fashion, you totally should!
3. When are you going to Morocco?
1. Thanks, it is pretty neat. Next week I will make a post with pictures. Everybody likes pictures.
2. Thanks again, and ahhh, yeah, I need to figure out something to write about for another reason as well. The call for abstracts of works be presented at the 2012 CSA National Symposium ends on October 1st. I’ve known about all of this since June but it’s really crept up on me. I’d really like to present something there, if possible, because a) it’d be a great experience, and b) it would make me eligible to apply for some CSA conference travel stipends, so I don’t end up paying $655474e62jbol389.05 out-of-pocket to attend like this year. If I remember correctly, Swat offers like $100/year for students to attend academic conferences. This past June, my bank account lol’d at that figure (although it certainly wouldn’t have denied the offer). I’m kind of hoping to experience some divine inspiration or something when I visit Morocco so that I can come up with something brilliant and interesting, because nothing of the sort currently resides in my head. I’ll let you know if that happens.
3. Speaking of which, I’m leaving on September 16th and will be back two weeks later. It’s been kind of a whirlwind because I’m going with my mother, and she received this assignment less than a month out from her work. A month ago I would have never dreamed that I’d be going to Morocco in the foreseeable future.
4. There was no 4, but I added one anyway because I’m really tired and it makes sense to me to do so right now. I’ve had this tumbr for like…I don’t know, a long time…and I still don’t know how to couch previous quotes within quotes that I’m responding to via a reblog. So there you have it, my wacky formatting.
I was selected to be one of the CSA Facebook page’s moderators as part of their initiative to increase their presence on social media platforms. Today was the kick-off day for the new Facebook page system, wherein volunteer appointees moderate the page; every day of the week has a different moderator. I was selected for Monday, so I’m the very first poster. There hasn’t been any super-new direct-from-CSA news in the past few days, so I took to the internet for interesting and relevant news articles that I could share with the CSA community to perhaps generate some discussion. I couldn’t find anything written today that really drew me in, so I posted something from this past Friday, which I was a bit nervous about (is that new enough?!).
And then I drafted what I’d post on the CSA wall. And it didn’t look so long on Notepad. I had three main questions after reading the
article blurb, so I tried to put all of them as concisely as possible. Then I posted it to facebook. And what I saw then was OH MY GOD, wall of text. I frantically scrambled to space out my paragraphs so everyone taking a break from work by glancing at their FB wall would actually WANT to read what I wrote instead of viewing it of the same nature as the assignments they were trying to take a break from. And it’s just so long. You have to click “see more…” to read it all.
Please, someone make me feel better about my life and contribute your two cents to this post! Being an administrator of the CSA pages apparently means that I can no longer post on it as myself, which is just terrible, so I can’t do it. I’m one of CSA’s youngest members and am writing for an audience that’s way more interesting and experienced than me, so I’m really anxious about this!
I promise I will try to be more concise and include pretty, engaging pictures next time, y’all. But for now, please help me do CSA proud and like…at least click ‘Like’ or something, if you read this. I’d really appreciate it. http://www.facebook.com/costumesocietyofamerica/posts/243201332391149
EDIT: Oh my god. I just realized that I mispelled Schiaparelli on the posting, even though I’ve consistently spelled it properly since I was 15 and worked her into one of my history class projects. I just added another comment with “*Schiaparelli”, because I thought that’d be better than letting someone(s) snicker about the misspelling in a posting “by” the CSA. And I couldn’t just delete and rewrite it, because someone had already ‘Liked’ it (thank you to that person!).
I need to check out of the internet for the next few hours because I’m driving myself insane. I’m off to go remove the stains from the vintage dress I bought for Morocco. Or something.
So this is what I wore for the Dances of Vice Enchantment Under the Sea 1955 Prom-themed party on Saturday! The dress is my oft-mentioned ebay gem from 1956, a dress I doted on and rehabbed earlier this summer. You would never believe the condition it was in when I bought it! It’s so rewarding to see a beautiful, well-made dress restored to its original glory.
Anyway. The seashell headband was an AWESOME etsy find. I feel like I practically stole from the seller, it was so cheap but so well-made. I’ve got the “Under the Sea” aspect covered with the headband in the front…and the curls and ribbon covering the 1950s aspect in the back!
I wish I could get a better quality upload on tumblr…you can barely see the little bows all over this dress, let alone the tiny sparkling rhinestones in the center of each bow. Also, you can’t tell from the angle, but the dress is tea-length. Also, my shoes were stiletto-heeled platform peep toes with a big bow at the center. The dress ties into an enormous blue satin bow in the back.
I loved compiling this outfit. And I love costume parties. So, so much. I often joke that I want to be a professional costume-part goer. It’s only a joke because you can’t make any money that way. If you could, I would be all over that. Heh.
Two of the things I bought are dresses, and I’m going to need to supplement both with “appropriate” shirts. One is a skirt, so that takes care of itself. All bought on the super-cheap from one of my favorite antique and vintage clothing sellers.
First item is this:
It’s a fully lined dress from the 60s. $24.
Silk organza and embroidered cotton organdy from the 1930s, and apparently in very good condition. I’m just going to throw a black cotton shirt over it and belt it at the waist with a silk satin sash. $50 (
I think this may have been I’m pretty much sure this was an under-dress garment in its day, but w/e cause I can wear it as a real dress!)
A vintage maxi skirt I can actually tolerate, and a seemingly well-made one at that. Look at the pretty cotton lace at the bottom. From the 60s. $18.
So those are my purchases so far. I’m about to go buy some of the things that have been in my cart for ages at Anthropologie, as well as a pair of loose but awesome trousers and a top from Outnet. Do you hear the sound of wooshing wind? I do…it’s the sound of a breeze passing through my empty bank account. Sigh.
I really want to believe this. It just seems questionable.
Not going to stop me from abusing these alleged trivia bits, though.
Lets go on a diet.
I’m curious and concerned about “abnormal foreplay”
9…minute…orgasm…how is that even possible? I’d die.
“or the equivalent”
This is so clearly just shit. Erick and I were referencing this literally all night last night.
“Hey if we keep this up for another 12 minutes, I’m going to burn off 25 cheeseburgers”
“You know if we go again, we’ll burn off another entire pizza”
“Ooh that feels good, it feels like I just burned off a case of beer”
So I’m heading to Morocco in September and have been advised that I’ll need to cover up well for a lot of the places we’re going, unless I want to be heavily verbally abused and/or have things thrown at me. That means I have been spending a looooot of time looking at things I would never wear in the USA. Most maxi skirts are either too expensive (long, whispy layers of silk chiffon never seem to go on sale :( ), or totally not my style (I never ventured into the mod/hippie section of Ebay Vintage before except for costume purposes, and alas, most of the maxi skirts offered this season look like they were ripped from there and then marked up 800%. Polyester fiber content and all). Loose shirts with long sleeves and high necklines that are also attractive and something I’d actually wear back here, cause I really don’t want to waste my money? Forget about it. The long sleeves and high necklines thing is hard enough to fulfill without heading to your favorite online retailer for Mormon SAHMs. This is kind of making me loopy.
We have layovers in Paris—full day layovers. And I’m already fantasizing about shedding my layers of long clothes (especially because Marrakech, where we’re spending nearly a week at the end of the trip, is like A HUNDRED DEGREES EVERY DAY) for the sheerest, most-low-cut blouse I own. And under that I think I’m going to wear a colorful bra. A colorful SHEER bra. Accompanied by my tightest pants and highest heels. And my hair is going to be worn down entirely and no one will take it as a sign that I’m of ‘loose morals’. It’s going to be amazing.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m really, really looking forward to going to Morocco. This will actually be my first time crossing the Atlantic, and it’s a pretty awesome occasion to do so. I’m just not looking forward to this uber-patriarchal, religious fundie stuff that demands I hide nearly every part of my body because it makes the menz think dirty thoughts and do dirty things.
Maybe I’ll discover there’s some sort of freedom in being covered up, or something to that effect. But I guess for now I’m just REALLY stressed about having to plunk down a bunch of cash on things that hard enough to find, and when I can find them, are things I don’t even like. Agh.
Also right now I’m really, really mad at Mr. Marzipan for having convinced me to go with the shorter, less interesting version of an Alexander McQueen dress in June when I really, really wanted the longer, drapey version. Because I could have worn that awesome dress in Morocco too. Sigh.
I’m registered Independent, and also, sadly, still (forever?) a college student. And my college (also stfusexists’ now-alma mater) is SO INDIE. Also I don’t plan to vote for Obama (didn’t last election, either!). So I think I qualify for this. I’m so underground, y’all.
I also have to wonder if “The Teen Conservative” is actually a teen. The headline feels very “middle aged dad trying to be down with the kids’ slang”.
How does one register as an “indie college voter?” Is there an unknown-band identification test required?
I went to Swarthmore…you probably haven’t heard of it.