I almost created a new thread in the Pit about something relative to this, just this week.
Having a brand new baby nephew who’s just graced the world with his presence, off to the mall I went for a cute gift from Aunty Cheeky. My goal was something from Baby Gap. I usually buy my clothing on the net or in catalogs, because I hate the pushy sales’ people at the mall. Other than that, you can find me at Walmart for house stuff and pet supplies, or at the grocery store.
Spring is coming up, so just for the hell of it, I browse the stores for something for myself, to freshen up the wardrobe. And I need a new pair of dress shoes also.
All the pants I see are low-riders ~ tight at the thighs and flared at the bottom. Wonderful. I would need the exact opposite. High-riders, looser at the thighs, and tighter at the bottom. I have a tummy, my thighs are a disgrace, but from the knees down, my legs are enviable. Skirts would work well, but not low-rider ones, and is it possible to find one that doesn’t have cargo pockets emphasizing exactly what I don’t want people’s eyes drawn to? No can do. Fine.
So what about some tops? Everything I see has at least 5% of lycra in it, so that when you pull it over your head, it stretches around the contours of your body. Just what I need!!! NOT! Ok, well shoes will be no problem (especially since my clothing budget has loosened up from not finding any clothes that would look decent on me, forget flatter me.)
Those pointy shoes are IN, in a big way. The kind I wore in grade 8. Though I have a wide medatarsal, which invariably stretches the shoe to hell distorting the original look, I did love them back in 1984. It’s the same style with one exception. In 1984, they were flats. Everyone had them in white and black, sometimes with a big buckle on the ramp. What’s changed? They now come with a 4" stilletto heel! First off, I’m 5’11". I don’t mind being 6’3" with shoes on, but let’s just say I haven’t had much practice or need for it. And heels isn’t a problem, I can pull it off. But stillettos? There’s an art to wearing those. I would need a chunkier heel for the support. Let’s not get into how much shit my neurosurgeon, who performed back surgery on me, would give me if he saw me in those things. Not smart for a bad back.
Not content with a baseball cap in a GAP bag, I’m intent on finding more stuff for the baby. But I’m famished. So I get myself a souvlaki at my favourite Greek eatery, and sit down to contemplate a complimentary purchase to the cap. I see one painfully skinny woman in her early twenties walk by. Not skinny like model skinny. Skinny like it hurts to look at her, and you feel bad that she can’t put on weight. Oddly enough, she’s got a super-sized portion of fries on her plate and a double cheeseburger.
But then I see another one. Another woman, so skinny that you think her bones must hurt her skin when she sits down. And another one. And another one. I think to myself, “What the fuck? Is it Anorexic’s Day Out?” Please don’t think that I’m insensitive to the disease; I’m not. But it struck me so strange to see SO many people who looked positively ill and undernourished, in the same relatively confined area. The food court no less!
Here’s the twist. They were all wearing very up-to-date fashionable clothing. They had the tight shirts on. They had the low-riders (which looked great on them). They wore stilletto shoes with the same ease as I go barefoot. Later that evening, I was on the phone with my friend who was asking what I got at the mall. I related this story to her.
She says, “You know what your problem is? You’re not out at the mall too much. It’s not new. It’s been like this for a while now. It is hard to watch them, because you feel sorry for them. But I have my own idea of why they’re like that. They’re at the age where they’re very conscious of their appearances, and they are doing anything and everything to be in style. That’s why they’re that thin. You walk out of a store, disappointed there’s nothing for you. They walk out of the store devastated that they can’t keep up.”
So … I’ll go to the groceries today, with my Levis and a loose sweater on. They’re waking up with hangovers from Friday night’s clubbing. They just have enough time to wake up, shower, hit the mall for tonight’s outfit and get back on Crescent street, where it will all happen all over again.
I’m not sure who’s to blame. Probably the fashion industry. But these people who starve themselves to fit into what’s being proposed aren’t helping either. I refuse to buy clothes that look terrible on me, so I’ll wait this ‘fad’ out. Problem is, it’s been the ‘fad’ now for quite a while, and I find myself on the outskirts of being fashionable. The alternative, however, is not conceivable.