Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Diarya 3: an open letter from anti-fem fem to the fem fems

burn that bra ra-ra:

I have been Accused of being anti feminist for too long because I believe women should be old school but doesn't that make me feminist for embracing my vag and all that it can do? It births children raises them into intelligent humans and basically keeps this world fucking turning. What's wrong with wanting to be a virgin til marriage raising kids and staying home?! How is that anti-fem?  I am sorry but the bra burns of yester year and sex capades advocated in 'cosmo' are passe like spanx and to me the ultimate feminist is the one that wears bra padding and all because we know the struggle at least I do and here's why:

Please don't burn that bra:
Yes I am talking to you the fights for equal pay works on Wall Street in a Diane von furstentberg wrap, gel nails, and tits out married working with a babe on the way acting like she can have it all.

You can have it all...

Just not all at once... how can you devote 100% of yourself three different places at once we are one pie not many people! ...back to your boobs...oh and that bra you burn or refuse to wear to "conform " to an ideal please don't burn it wear it...because that bra you burn is the one my Nonna spent hours in a factory sewing years ago after almost dying on a ship to come here so you could have that freedom to burn it. So that bra you burn I wear and guess what i don't wear a bombshell I wear faded glory Walmart un padded brands because I have pancakes but I still wear one I still want kids and I think we should have equal pay if I have to work while having kids ok if I get someone to support me so I can be a housewife even better and guess what that still makes me fem as fuck.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Is this really America? : diarya post 2

You think I'm referring to childish gambino right? Wrong! But it got you reading right?
as a fashion lover I'm referring to the re emergence of Americana in clothing.

red white and who?

With the return of the Americana trend comes the reawakening of early nineties American designers who after bankruptcy threw their labels on the latest it girls like Kendall and Gigi to reemerge a trend and a brand. From tommy to Calvin these ninety household names have not had to reinvent the wheel but remind us why they ruled it sticking to their classic designs and not compromising. Instead we compromise for the sake of fitting in.

But in the land of the free how freeing is that? We dig through vintage and our moms closers to pull what's old and call it new because Gigi does it in tommy but she's being paid or her family's better backing Tommy Hilfiger to do so to reclaim his and in return her band in the fashion game and that's what fashion has become: a game.


The real reason for the return of what was dead: American labels and subsequently the rise of models like Kendall and Gigi is down to one thing: money and it's all about who has it.

Beauty is in the wallet of the beholder:

Tommy is just an example of a revitalized dying label because what really happened is that he agreed to make Gigi the face of his line in return for backing from her father an almost billionaire it's a simple matter of investors and sponsors. In return Gigi becomes a supermodel and tommy become a super trend...again. But in the land of logos, do we really want to recycle so much? Where is the new? I mean new like new designs not just labels or names thrown on clothes for the sake of notoriety but real fashion and that includes models? Even Gigi was criticized for her great but not streamline figure and why is it that her rise is the exception to the stick thin rule? Perhaps because her fathers wallet makes them?

What is said is sad....
Almost sadder than me a broke fashion maven and as I sit here in Starbucks wearing my own gap logo hoodie I still wonder are fashion models no longer hungry and is fashion just on repeat like that bad episode of friends for the sake of money. I know we are all about recycling but should that include fashion?

Monday, June 25, 2018

Diarya #1 or should it be 2 or a 3?

Leaky Faucets

Here's my first purge...(cough)....I mean post under my diarya segment of my blog referring to my sad and did I mention very cracked version of "so called living":

Pretty sad or just sad?
Ever get that feeling? If you are approaching 30 and unaccomplished like me still small town living in a town that never called you home then you know the one I speak of: it's that side eye sad one you get every time you drop in the grocery store to grab one lonely salad at the bar disheveled and a mess nothing but hot from the other women there, those suburban housewives with a cart full of kids and groceries all pulled together in their Lilly Pulitzer gazing in you at amazement as to what your excuse is for looking like a mom when you aren't one. Well guess what I see you side eye and I raise you a three dollar legging I call comfort from Walmart.

I may not wear fashion but I know it and that Lilly has a home on your frame for good reason. You embody the label: just enough hidden crazy to pass for business casual meets weekend living attire and well frankly I don't. I may border on pretty more sad than so, but I see the loose sewed stitches on my leggings and know the breather they provide my insecure midsection is much sadder but comforting than the one your even pricier label branded Spanx provide you.

And with that this first run...pun intended brings much needed relief to a otherwise half ass leaky faucet. diarya post one leaves me feeling...flushed? Or that could just be the feeling I'm left in my cheeks from the chill suburbia brings.