14 March 2009

Tools for a Paradigm Shift


I almost gave up on television this week, thanks to Tool Academy. After five minutes, my chest started to seize and I wanted to grab the girlfriends on the show and say, "What are you some kind of crazy, lazy, spineless losers? If your guy has been a tool to you, then why stick around? What's that you say? You think you're can change him? Oh, well then, after that five minutes of good behavior passes, what will you do? More importantly, haven't you been paying any attention to runway fashions this season? Where were you when Berlin, Paris, New York, and Milan all presented their best in current female attitude? You must have been busy washing his underpants because your 'But I love the lout' attitude is as out of season as invisible zippers. I'm serious. The new look is, 'Don't take anybody's crap,' but your closet is as garbaged-up as Rihanna's, full of 'I guess I don't deserve any better' ensembles."

A girl can fantasize.

But it is true, about the clothes, and although many link the looks to sober economic hard times, there is something very strong in all of it, optimistic even. Imagine Quest for Fire and Mad Max: survival of the fittest clothes. Think Nancy Drew gone goth: edgy, independent looks. Remember your kindly grandfather or great-grandfather: someone's got my back fabrics. If you can imagine these things, then you are half the way there to understanding how substantial and how much potential there is in the new collections. I'm not going to dress in waders, leather diapers, or a sweater with a unflattering sideline flow, but the fabrics, the colors, and the concepts within this Prada outfit, I get. I remember. They are the materials of my wise, reticent grandfather, who had at critical times in my life leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Here's how you win at life, Kitten..." I didn't see the Prada outfit so much for the odd combination. My reaction was a subconscious, "I can do anything, now."

Except my thighs. I could never get my thighs to look acceptable in that get up.

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