:o Oops. Sorry man. Well then bravo for sticking up for yourself even more, most men I know would have shrugged it off.
deb2world, when an interesting freudian slip, fox paw, or was it a pun?
dalinvdj, maybe so. Maybe I should have said most men have a much simpler fashion sense then women. Especially where I live where the ‘local surfer’ look is ohhh … way more then a majority of the look men have. But you’re right, everybody has a fashion sense that says what they like. Even Jimmy Kimmel. Heck even me, even though I’m just a top of the clean clothes kind of guy. I’ve only made 1 fashion change since I was, ohhh let’s say 4, when I stopped advertising for other people.
::Kinsey thinks about what her middle-school daughters wore to school today…hmm, daughter #1 was using a green backpack, but she wore jeans, a red shirt and tan jacket, daughter #2 was using a blue-ish tie-dyed backpack, and wearing a purple shirt, jeans and a dark green jacket…::
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The horror!
Will the principal call me because their backpacks and shirts don’t match?
I didn’t know the backpack had to match the outfit!
Am I a bad mother?
Oh no!
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The nerve of some people… :rolleyes:
What a bitch.
Who died and made her the fashion police chief?
Bad Mother! No Mr. Blackwell’s best-dressed list for you! Bad!
I, conversly, am wearing a basic black t-shirt, (Can you say Tres chic?)a crisp pair of khakis and adorable hiking boots. I am the cat’s ass. Send that bimbo over this way, the little bitch won’t know what hit her, I match so exquisitely. What? The red backpack? Accent! Accent, I say! Not a mis-match, an accent!
No, I don’t have a match, I might have a lighter here somewhere though…Huh? Match clothes? Dear God No! I like my clothes! I don’t want to burn them, burn your own damn clothes!
I’m wearing brown corderoys, old Airwalks (they might have originally been black, maybe navy blue…) my navy blue hooded sweatshirt and my Tigger shirt. I don’t have a back pack, I have a shoulder bag in raspberry. I have twelve hour school days. My clothes are the things that keep me warm while I go from class to class, not the focus of why I’m in class at all.
It has been pointed out to me more than once that my clothes didn’t match.
Annoying Person: “Your clothes don’t match.”
Me: “And?”
AP: “Your clothes don’t match.”
Me: “And?”
I do not give a flying rat’s left testicle if my clothes match. I just pick out clothes that are still in one piece, relatively unstained, fit me, and don’t smell like the back of the cafeteria.
I am wearing, right now, a red shirt and red skipants. And the shirt and skipants do not match (firetruck red and burgundy). Even I can tell that.
One of the “beautiful” people at my old high school: Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re wearing that shirt. (The shirt was Shakespearan-type, grey, tons of buttons going down the front, embroidered…)
Me: Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re wearing that face. I know you have two; what’s the other one look like?
Me: “I was just thinking how great it is that I don’t give a flying fuck about your opinion!”
FTR, the bag I’ve been using for school is so unfashionable that fashion magazines have been known to run from it. Plus it’s developed a hole in the bag so big that I have to be careful how I position my books.
I’m with Dale the Bold – if I consciously matched my backpack with my outfit I would send myself to the corner for a time out to think about what I’d done. Then I’d kick my ass from here to Arby’s and back.
If that nut-munching hobag comes back, give her directions to the nearest junior high school … “You’ll find people who care about your fashion opinion there. Really.”
Of course, I would also ask her if her bra and panties matched, but then again I can get away with that cuz I’m a chick (and for the record, mine only match in the sense that they’re both black, like 95% of my lingerie and my backpack).
Nicely put together rant, I must admit. I would have some trouble assembling a better one here at my computer, with no distractions. Which kinda brings me to my point…
Am I the only one having the tiniest bit of a hard time believing all that just came tumbling off TOO’s tongue, all in one go like that? And that Dimbo the WonderCunt was actually docile enough to stand there while he delivered the entire thing? I mean, people usually don’t speak in even measured sentences like that. Watch a Mamet piece and you’ll see what I mean.
Believe me, I’m the LAST person who would ever just come out and call someone a liar. A bit of … umm, … editing just seems to have occurred.
What you should’ve said was “Holy shit! You’re right!”
And then proceed to strip down to the buff, handing her your pile of just discarded clothing with a heart felt “Thanks!, I’ll let you take care of this little mistake.”
BigGiantHead- Thank you for the compliment.
As for the “editing” assumption: I have been in this exact situation, at the same school, and it occured only a month or so ago. The first time my response was a simple “fuck off” while I strolled away. I thought to myself: “Hey self, why dontcha think about this for a while, let it piss you off some more thinking about how retarded some people can act”, etc etc. My response to the whore has not been edited to make a neat and tidy post, but my response WAS already floating around in the back of my mind, just waiting for the opportunity to fly out of my mouth. A wonderful observation on your part, though, and I appreciate the tactful manner in which you addressed it. My asbestos underpants are at the cleaners, I can’t take a flaming right now
Well, I have a black one-strap bookbag that matches my black coat and my black shoes, so the accessories are all okay. :rolleyes:
You know, I usually match. I’m a poor college student and I mostly buy used clothing. In fact, the only thing I still buy in real stores is pants, because I have trouble finding ones that fit in thrift stores. But almost all of my shirts are used, and I make an effort to match. Today I wore this crazy used boat-neck shirt from the 70’s that has every color of the rainbow striped across it. I wore it with a big jade necklace I got for $3 (everyone asks me if it “glows in the dark”) and black pants, black shoes.
Point being, I still get shit from other people. One person told me last weekend that the same shirt I described was ugly. I kid you not: someone yelled that to me at a Roots concert I went to on campus. I have sleeveless shirt from the 60’s (with a real zipper down the back!) that has this hideous red/orange/yellow wallpaper floral print. I usually wear it with brown suede pants and brown boots (the pants were $15 at The Vintage Rose in Ellicott City). People have flat-out walked up to me and told me it’s the ugliest shirt ever.
My usual reply when someone tells me something I’m wearing is weird is a chipper “Thanks!” and a big smile before I walk away.
I’d be lying if I claimed that I didn’t care how I look. I do care. I always walk out of the house liking how I look. But someone else is always going to hate it, so it doesn’t really matter. I just wear what I like and know that I look awesome.
The most important thing to note, I think, is that I only meet with these comments at school (a real live adult college, supposedly). When I’m anywhere else, no one cares. Welcome to the real world, right? That place where people actually don’t care what other people are wearing.
And their asses are always swinging so wildly left to right that they cause a wind. And they’re always, always noticing when other people are noticing them. And they walk to slowly, apparently they have yet to figure out that you actually have to go to class.
