Stream of....er....awesomeness.
I'm really concerned about the resurgence of leggings. Not tights. LEGGINGS. It only now struck me as concerning. The thing is, I was so damn happy when leg warmers were popular (i.e., readily available). I am now thankful for rural living.
Sorry.
Currently in the midst of conducting research on Maine folktales for Dr. T. In the process, I've become fascinated by peg legs. In turn, I'm seriously considering starting a short story collection filled with contemporary tall tales of my own creation, based on the idea of shifting internal/emotional scars/struggles/pains into more external/active representations.
For instance, when I attempt to explain that darker hours of my 24-year journey, the common response is, "Oh god, I had no idea." Yet, if I had a peg leg or a long scar on my right cheek, it would become a quiet declaration of, "Look, I've gone through some serious shit." Some folks attempt this by getting a tattoo, and, look, I think that's awesome...but it's also showing that there's quite a bit we're missing...in that primal/collective sense.
Because, sometimes, I'm not interested in a drug-induced, self-driven "trip". Rather, I want to buy that blue and yellow monster truck on Rt. 1 and that mega-set from "The Knife Show", take on a kitty sidekick, and find a chest of booty.
For serious.
Sorry.
Currently in the midst of conducting research on Maine folktales for Dr. T. In the process, I've become fascinated by peg legs. In turn, I'm seriously considering starting a short story collection filled with contemporary tall tales of my own creation, based on the idea of shifting internal/emotional scars/struggles/pains into more external/active representations.
For instance, when I attempt to explain that darker hours of my 24-year journey, the common response is, "Oh god, I had no idea." Yet, if I had a peg leg or a long scar on my right cheek, it would become a quiet declaration of, "Look, I've gone through some serious shit." Some folks attempt this by getting a tattoo, and, look, I think that's awesome...but it's also showing that there's quite a bit we're missing...in that primal/collective sense.
Because, sometimes, I'm not interested in a drug-induced, self-driven "trip". Rather, I want to buy that blue and yellow monster truck on Rt. 1 and that mega-set from "The Knife Show", take on a kitty sidekick, and find a chest of booty.
For serious.
posted by Di-Di at 9:03 AM
7 Comments:
Footless tights shall be a quiet exception. I have no idea why leggings intimidate me so much...they are the whale sharks of fashion.
I... I hope it's allright that I'm wearing a footed pajama onsie right now. I'm looking at my vinyl padded toes and I think the new phrase they are whispering listlessly is "anomie."
I don't know if I buy the strict correlation between adornment and emotional depth though... Clearly one should keep to accidental scarification. Take GI Joe's Cheek for instance. Has he really felt the loss of Barbie to that dodge drafting eunich, Ken? Or does throwing him in the toybox on top of all the other nameless Joes amount to dumping him in clover?
Seriously.
And I've often blogged (*but not here...hmm) about that "Oh my God... that story actually happened?" face people acquire. Isn't it weird?
You know, man, I totally agree with you!!
The new plague of leggings is absolutely horrendous. I mean, appallingly bad.
And most girls wear them with flats, which'll definitely give the image of cankles even if they don't have short legs or fat ankles. I just think they're the worst.
The trend should've stopped @ legwarmers, which were at least halfway decent if done right.
:sigh: Fashion as a deadly weapon. Fuckers.
PS. Hey, luvvie. I FORGOT..
I don't use my blogger account anymore... is it possible to make it so that outside commenters can do so?
Stream of...er...randomness."
If this comment seems "creepy" that's only because this is the internet and you have no idea who I am. Trust me. I'm harmless. I found you, randomly, via Helefante's blog.
The fact is, I work nights and when work is slow I surf the internet. ONE of my worse habits is leaving long, rambling, almost redundant (hence "long" and "rambling") comments on the blogs of strangers. But...I figure, if the blog accepts anonymous posts, how bad can I be?
First, allow me to congratulate you on your wedding! I've only read four of the posts on your blog but that seems to be the plan, yes?
Second, PLEASE allow me to correct your thinking in an area totally unrelated to matrimony.
You see, I feel compelled to stand up for the legging. Perhaps I've misunderstood, but you and others seem to be against the no-foot-stretchy pant. Correct? If this is a "legging", I'd like to say, for the record, that I love them. Truly.
I felt compelled to stop and comment on your blog during my nightly trip across the internet is because I am often teased by my friend for saying "I wish stretchpants [that's midwest for "legging"] would come back."
People think I'm joking when I say this, but I'm not. Really. I love them. I am not a woman. But I came of age in the eighties and it was during these days that I first felt the flush of youth, those brilliant sensations that introduce themselves to us before adulthood actually arrives and what was once startling-new becomes commonplace; and stretch pants...yes, leggings... were one of the primary conduits for such brilliant, mental follies.
Your blog reinforces what every other man, woman and child over the age of ten has told me over the years regarding my fondness for the foot-less pant. But I am steadfast in my admiration for them.
The stretchpant...yes, legging... is perfect. Particularly when the color is black. The cheap, clingy cotton (or some other cheaper fabric); the little stirrup taught beneath the foot and just visible above the shoe! Yes, all these factors add up to one thing: perfection!
The stretchpant/legging compliments any figure (i disagree with Richie's statements above). Even the knees that eventually become overstretched and begin to buckle bring to mind such words as "cozy", "daring", and "elegant". In a word, the footless-legging is "ADORABLE" in a "oh, man-I-wish-she'd-kiss-me" kind of way.
And so, should the day arrive when leggings abound, I can only urge you not to fear them for they are our friend. Watch as they walk down the street, sit and stand. You will be amazed by how beautiful they are.
warmest regards,
dippermouth2000
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