November 2003 Archives
I work on a college campus, so I see a lot of young women every day, and I have definitely become acutely aware of a particular fashion of wearing clothing that exposes the mid-drift. Low-ride jeans, high-ride shirts -- I really dig this style, but for more than the obvious titilation of seeing lots of naked bellies. What I really like is that I'm seeing women of all shapes and sizes just going for it. I see all sorts of round bellies poking out from jeans and shirts, and I feel like just maybe we're moving a little bit closer towards not caring about body shape in our culture. However, I also see a lot of women wear this look, and instead of embracing the purpose of the style, they constantly adjust themselves, pulling their shirts down or pants up as to close the gap that this style was so obviously designed to create. It's this strange tick that really exposes their self-consciousness, and completely belies the illusion of courage that the style portrays. I want to walk up to these women and tell them to just leave it alone -- let your middrift be free. But, alas, I am not the fashion police, and know we all make progress according to our own terms. I just hope that when the style switches to parkas in June, that some of that courage that was gained by women of less-than-platonic-perfect-form is retained, and that our culture learns to care less about our shape and more about our substance.
Okay, I am still alive. I still have stories to tell. I will get to them, really. I have just been beating myself up about not writing to the blog, and after the lead-in from the last post, I felt I had to record ALL THOSE STORIES or else I wasn't holding up my end of the bargain, so why post. Okay. Forget all that crap. If you want those stories, write me email. I"ll tell you there. New line, new page. I'm clearing the slate.
Had a midterm in my DB class today that kicked my ass. I hope I get a B, is how bad it was. And all because some punk-ass idiot in class conned the teacher to push the date back on the midterm from last friday (which we have a lab, 3 hours) to today (a 50-min class). I was totally rushed, no time to think, or even finish the test, much less double-check. I hate this stupid idiot who was too dumn to know that more time to take the test is better than 3 days of not studying. I found out he didn't even study, so it makes no difference to him that he screwed us all.
Grrr. Must egg his house.
