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Ten Ways You’re Approaching Personal Style All Wrong

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Despite how much time I spend I dissecting outfits and breaking down ways to properly achieve certain styles, the fact remains that fashion ultimately has no rules. That’s just how art functions. It is, however, completely possible to approach personal style (which includes your beauty routine) with a bad attitude or misconceptions, and this can negatively impact a lot more than just your look. Here are ten mistakes you might want to reconsider:

1. You think having the latest trends is a foolproof way to look fabulous: So very, very wrong. Sure, it’s great to look current and in-style, but not every hot new trend is going to fit into your look organically or flatter your figure. Dressing well and having a strong sense of style are a matter of identifying and staying true to your taste, and dressing for your unique body. With that said, even catering to your body type is mostly a matter of confidence. Basically, wear what you love, not what magazines say you should love or what everyone else is wearing on Instagram. Besides, trends are usually fleeting, and blending in is often boring. Sometimes it’s best to feel out a trend’s longevity and see if you actually love the look before you drop cash on it.

2. You pile on too many trends at once: Slow down there, buddy. We get it: you’re cool. Except you don’t look cool—you look like you’re trying too hard (you are), and quite possibly look a little insane. Avoid a lifetime of unfortunate photos and keep your trends and statement pieces per outfit to a minimum. There are 365 whole days in a year to do each trend justice, so do that.

3. You have a “that’s so last season” state of mind: Whether you’re thrusting this concept unto yourself or others around you, it’s silly. We all love having cool new things, but newness shouldn’t define the value of everything in your wardrobe. What are you going to do? Throw everything away at the end of each season? Since fashion repeats itself, just like every aspect of history, I feel justified in hoarding clothes I’ve had since high school (maybe even middle school)…Fuck anyone who wants to make you feel inferior for wearing something that isn’t fresh off the runway. If you ask me, the most stylish people know how to repeatedly find fun and fresh ways to wear what’s already in their closet. If you’re concerned about having a passé wardrobe, then I yet again discourage you from investing in a lot of hyper-trendy pieces. Instead, splurge on versatile classics with a twist that you can see yourself wearing often and for various settings/occasions. And if you’re honestly so obsessed with having nothing but “the latest,” you’re using fashion as a status symbol, and it probably stems from greater insecurities. You might even polarize others with this snobbish outlook on style. What are you trying to prove? Perhaps pause to consider real therapy over retail…

4. You’re dressing for someone else: NO!!! Whether it’s for a crush or significant other, your parents, or friends you’re trying to impress, your wardrobe should never be the product of someone else’s ideal version of you. Your style is yours to define. There is a time and place to adhere to a dress code (like your place of work), and it’s one thing to occasionally adjust your look for special circumstances (my grandmother’s independent living facility is waging a war against shorts), or to sport your S.O.’s favorite color as a romantic gesture; but if you’re constantly adjusting or straight-up hiding your true personal style (read: YOUR IDENTITY) to appease others, that’s not healthy. We all want approval, but at what cost? Your appearances can be a huge factor in self-expression, and stifling your style to make others happy won’t make you happy in the long run. Ditch or stand up to the people who want to change you, and learn to impress people by staying true to yourself. (Quick question: does anyone else always feel incredibly sorry for the people who wind up on What Not to Wear? Like, let them live!)

5. You secretly want to change your look or try something new, but you’re afraid that people will react negatively or that you can’t “pull it off”: I understand that this can be a career-related issue for some folks, but let’s pretend that’s not part of the equation. Come on out of the fashion closet, and come out wearing what you want! Taking fashion and beauty risks can be scary, but also extremely liberating and fun. If you can’t think of a single person in your life who wouldn’t judge you if you altered your appearance or experimented with your style, then there’s your real problem. Since that’s probably not the case, life is short, so you should shed your insecurities and take the plunge. If you’re just not sure how to go about it, that’s what friends, social media, and professionals are for. Talk to your fashion-loving friends, look to Instagram for inspiration, and seek the knowledge of experts. High-end retail sales associates (I mean, you probably shouldn’t go Old Navy to inquire about the art of wearing drop-crotch pants), professional hair stylists and makeup artists are always ready and waiting to help, so take advantage of their advice. Just because executing a certain style doesn’t come naturally to you doesn’t mean you can’t do it. If you’re really nervous about debuting a new look, take it for a spin with someone you trust, because I have news: “pulling it off” is almost entirely about wearing your clothes with confidence. If you loved the idea of a particular style but feel painfully awkward sporting it in public, people can probably sense your discomfort, and you’re probably not pulling it off. Wearing something you think is cool should make you feel cool. It’s that simple. If dramatically changing your look is a gender-related, or generally deeper identity issue, I realize that you’re facing something more complex; however, I still think opening up to someone you can trust is the first step. If you’re not ready to show the world who you are, try talking about it.

6. You think fashion is cool and want to elevate your style, but you’re worried people will view this change as a sign of superficiality: Look, fashion has no policy on newcomers. Unless all you do is stare in the mirror, take selfies and obsess over your outfits (lol), then it’s unlikely people will react negatively to your newfound appreciation for style. If someone does suggest that you’re shallow for upgrading your look, know that their attitude is a result of their own personal issues, and don’t make choices based on their passive-aggressive insecurities. Think of stepping up your style game as starting a new diet or getting into fitness—as long as you genuinely aren’t high and mighty about it and don’t attempt to impose your style unto others, odds are that people will be either supremely supportive or won’t care either way. There’s no shame in taking pride in your appearances!

7. You immediately cast off people who love fashion as being superficial: Haven’t you heard that old saying about what happens when you assume? Fashion isn’t for everyone, but consider the irony of this attitude. The idea that fashion and intellect are mutually exclusive is more outdated than shoulder pads, and the implication that you can somehow estimate whether or not a person is grounded based on their outfit proves you’re pretty superficial, yourself. There’s only one way to get to know someone. Wait for it…You have to actually get to know them. I’m not sure why you’re under the impression that loving fashion is any different from loving any art form (all of which involve vanity to some degree), but you need to get over yourself, quickly. No one is asking you to give a shit about Fashion Month, but we will ask that you not presume those of us who do are lesser beings. Congratulations on not caring about your outfit. If it’s really the inside that counts, well, you still kind of suck.

8. You love fashion, but you use it as a vehicle to be negative or exclusive towards others: I loved watching Joan Rivers roast people’s outfits as much as the next guy. You are not Joan Rivers. Whether you’re online or out with friends, if you’re channelling a lot of your passion for fashion towards mocking other people’s outfit choices, or even worse, body shaming, you need to realize that you aren’t being funny, you’re being toxic, and furthermore, you’re completely missing the point of personal style. It’s 2016. Fashion is an artistic form of self-expression that belongs to anyone who wants to participate, and it’s not your place to make people feel shitty about how they do so, or who they are. Because that’s the thing. Style and body image are an extension of people’s personalities, so it’s time to take a break from judging others and take a closer look at yourself, beyond the mirror. Ask yourself why you’re so compelled to criticize, as it’s definitely part of a larger problem, and your negativity won’t make you popular in the long run. Consider keeping those nasty insults to yourself, and learn to take pleasure in complimenting and celebrating styles you do admire instead of hurting others to make yourself feel superior.

9. You obsess over size: Literally every brand cuts clothing differently these days. It’s almost impossible that you’ll be the same size across the board, so you may sometimes have to take a different size than expected, and this might make you feel self-conscious. Even some individual brands have inconsistent sizing within singular collections, so try not to take sizing so personally. If you’re forcing yourself into clothes that don’t fit properly because you can’t get past the little numbers or letters on the size label inside, you’re ultimately just making yourself feel (and probably look) uncomfortable for no good reason, and to no one’s benefit. No one is going to reach inside your clothing and announce your dress size to the world. Please love yourself enough to purchase clothes in the sizes that make you physically look and feel your best. Much like those on the scale, you can’t let the numbers on a size tag define you. If there is someone in your life who is policing what size you take and making you feel bad about your body, that’s not ok. You need to do yourself a favor and take steps towards correcting that dynamic, or cut off the relationship entirely.

10. You don’t know how to shop, you hate everything you buy, so you’ve thrown in the towel: If I’ve learned anything from my time working in retail, it’s that most people find shopping overwhelming and style to be intimidating. You have no strategy, and without appropriate intervention, this can lead to bad habits, like buying a lot of clothes without actually trying stuff on, making a lot of online purchases from brands or retailers you’re not familiar with, and just constantly buying stuff that you later realize you don’t actually want or need. I’ve found that many people who struggle to shop effectively ultimately resolve to convincing themselves that since clothes don’t *really* matter, it’s easier just to stop caring and live life in outfits that miss the mark. Though shopping can seem like an impossible chore, if style is something you’d like to possess, there really are solutions. For starters, start scouring social media for images of looks you identify with and consider #goals to get a better idea of what you might like to achieve going forward. Tap your most fashionable friend(s) and ask if they’ll accompany you on your next shopping venture, and stop blowing off sales associates who genuinely want to help. Open up to these people about what it is you need and why you’ve been struggling, and learn to embrace their honest opinions—and while you should allow these people to push you outside your comfort zone to try garments that might seem strange on the hanger, you also shouldn’t be afraid to say no if friends or stylists suggest something that just doesn’t feel right. Don’t wait until the last minute to shop for a special occasion, and if styling yourself doesn’t come naturally, don’t go shopping when you have very little time to spare. Give yourself a solid few hours to find things you love instead of settling or leaving empty-handed. Slowly but surely, you and your fashion advocates will zero in on your true personal style, and you’ll start to build a wardrobe that makes you feel fabulous. As for online shopping, this is for advanced shoppers who are super in touch with the styles and brands that suit them best, and who’ve become familiar enough with certain online retailers to choose the right sizes without trying items on. I’m sorry, but you’re just not there yet. Baby steps!

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I Was Not Born a Feminist

I was not born a feminist. I did not even finish high school as a feminist. In my third year of college, I signed up for a women’s studies course. I’m not exactly sure why; I think it was a matter of scheduling, and wanting to take an introductory-level course, as school has always been challenging for me. I mention this because I did not even walk into that course as a feminist. On the first day of class, the professor asked those who did identify as feminists to please raise their hands, and I didn’t raise mine. It’s not that I didn’t understand the question, it was just that…I didn’t understand the question. Three years into my higher education, I still had no idea what feminism really was. That’s why I try not to lose my shit when I run into guys who still make “jokes” about hating feminists because all feminists are angry as a means of making me angry, therefore “proving” that feminists are angry—or when I see that random Facebook users comment that Amy Schumer is only considered a feminist because she is “fat and ugly,” or that racism and feminism have nothing to do with each other. While plenty of assholes and Internet trolls exist on this earth and do make it their bizarre mission to instigate arguments and piss people off, the majority of people who seem ignorant are exactly that. They have no idea what they’re talking about, because no one has educated them on the subject, and while it makes my head spin, I can only get so mad about it, considering that I don’t know whether or not I would be writing this essay if I hadn’t taken that women’s studies course just a few years ago. I can share my opinion that middle school, high school and higher education programs should not only include, but should require gender studies classes. I can try to use this blog as a platform to help contribute to people’s understanding of feminism. I can still picture the smile on my professor’s face when she promised that each and every one of us would consider ourselves feminists before the semester was over. My view of the world, my view of myself—my life—was never the same.

While I can’t blame strangers on Facebook or at school or in the streets for gaps in their education, I can and will call out magazines, social media outlets, and other channels of pop culture, which claim to preach feminism when convenient, for hiring people who clearly don’t have a grasp on the subject, and for letting those people write misguided articles that perpetuate stereotypes, stigmas, ignorance, and general negativity, and for perhaps even capitalizing on the fact that feminism is a popular topic, intentionally confusing the issue to increase engagement on social media. In spite of free speech, I believe that high-profile publications, both in print and online, have an obligation to try to serve as part of the solution, and lately, as many of my readers who follow along with my Facebook page already know, most of the publications I enjoy and follow online—some of the most prominent publications in the world of fashion and that cater to women—have recently and persistently published a slew of antiquated, inflammatory articles and essays that directly contribute to social problems, and swiftly hinder progress.

It’s not as if I grew up without any strong female figures in my life, or that I was taught to avoid feminism. I think growing up, aside from the fact that no one had formally explained feminism to me, I assumed I didn’t have permission to claim the title because of my interest in fashion, which is something people have used to denigrate me for as long as I can remember. When I first started high school, almost ten years ago, I felt that it was largely considered not just uncool, but also apparently indisputably shallow to care about your clothes. I wore what I wanted regardless, and received my fair share of compliments, but someone went out of their way to make me feel stupid, guilty, immoral, and just all-around bad for loving clothes basically every day. Looking back, I realize that what my peers punished me for was not really my interest in fashion, but my desire to be different, and their inability to move past the social stereotypes that no adults were correcting. While the word “superficial” was always closely attached to the conversation, everyone seemed to ultimately take issue with the fact that I didn’t show up to school in the unspoken female uniform of the era: jeans, a Northface fleece jacket, and Ugg boots, all of which typically cost about $200 individually. People liked to use my passions as reason to point a finger at me, call me spoiled, and assert their incredible down-to-earthness, but the only real difference between most of the accusers and myself was that my outfits stood out aesthetically. The irony that I let people use my appearances to call me superficial continues to astound me. I guess if your wardrobe has variety, it’s fair to assume that you spend more money on your clothes, but that’s not the point. If you are reading this and are already aware of intersectional feminism, as well as general common sense and goodness, you know that passing judgment on and shaming people based solely on their socioeconomic background and/or the clothes on their back is inappropriate and unproductive. (I’m aware, by the way, that kids get bullied for much worse in high school. I’m aware that these complaints do come from a place of privilege, but pain is not a contest; no one deserves to be judged on a surface-based level.) What I’ve learned since my teen years, among so many things, is that “feminism” means I get to care about whatever the fuck I want, and express myself however the fuck I want. I didn’t play soccer. I didn’t need cleats. I didn’t play an instrument. I didn’t need lessons. My first love in life was to express myself through personal style, and clothes are my outlet for doing so, and that is valid, and it is no one’s place to tell me otherwise. I have learned that anyone who thinks that this has any effect on my intellect probably isn’t very smart. In college, in the same year that I took women’s studies, I participated in a literary internship that gave me the opportunity to spend some time with author and now-famous feminist, Chimamamanda Ngozie Adichie, who told me that shoes “are her favorite subject” before anything else. She didn’t know it, but in that moment, she freed me from a lifetime of shame. These days, when I encounter people who would like to belittle my passions and what I do, I sometimes get annoyed, but mostly I pity those who live so far in the past and who feel the need to put others down for living lives that don’t exactly mirror their own.

When one of NYLON Magazine’s online writers smugly captioned an article listing facts about Kendall and Kylie Jenner’s high school graduation with “1. They graduated?” on Facebook, it struck a nerve. I had heard that tone before. I had been the target of it too many times, and I couldn’t just sit there and pretend it was ok, especially after NYLON had just shared an excellent essay by a young woman who proudly identifies as fat, and explains that crop tops helped her accept herself. Feminism has no room for favoritism. If you think it’s ironic to defend the Jenner girls in the name of feminism, well we have arrived at my point: don’t bother taking into account that neither Kendall nor Kylie Jenner is even 20 years old and both have full-blown careers and make millions of dollars; the fact that these young women represent what you may consider superficial values does not negate their accomplishment of earning high school diplomas. There is no tasteful reaction to someone’s academic success other than applause, or silence (if you can’t something nice, don’t say anything at all), no matter who that person may be. As someone who always appreciates a good joke, I can confidently say that while it may be a fine line, there is a definite difference between comedy and downright girl-bashing. NYLON’s two words, punctuated by a sarcastic question mark, implied that because the Jenner girls are associated with pop culture, and more specifically, with fashion and beauty, they automatically don’t have what it takes to complete their high school requirements—that pursuing a career in modeling or getting lip injections directly connects to one’s performance in home-schooling. So, I went ahead and took the liberty of tearing NYLON a new, freshly waxed asshole. When my initial comment on the article started to pick up “likes” and replies echoing my frustrations, NYLON wrote back to me with a disappointing excuse, telling me by name that they were being “totally, totally facetious,” and of course not at all condescending or hypocritical, considering almost all of the writers at NYLON presumably earned their professional positions based on both their academic backgrounds, as well as interests that much of society deems low, unimportant, or superficial—interests they share with Kendall and Kylie Jenner. NYLON’s petty reaction reminded me so much of confronting kids for talking behind my back in high school, or for rolling their eyes at the mere sight of me. The magazine’s lame attempt to deny their flagrant insensitivity was absolute bullshit, and it only bothered me and my sudden band supporters even more. Something lit up inside of me when I saw the response I was receiving from strangers, and it’s still growing brighter and stronger every day.

As a feminist and fashion-lover who’s also extremely passionate about writing, and whose life essentially takes place on social media (I’m not embarrassed. You’re reading this.), I can’t stop noticing the troublesome language that myriad publications for women, and which supposedly stand for feminism, use and put out into the world with such ease, as if even they don’t believe that social media matters. What the fuck is a “yummy-mommy?” Well, it’s Vogue’s not-so-adorable term (that doesn’t even rhyme) that perpetuates the notion that pregnancy and motherhood inherently make women unstylish and unappealing. What’s wrong with Rihanna’s latest ad campaign? Absolutely nothing; Rihanna doesn’t have to dress a certain way to prove that she’s black, or that she cares about being black. What is wrong is tossing around a term like “whitewashed” as if it carries no history or weight, and insinuating that anyone who strays from the confines of the stereotypes attached to their race, ethnicity, or culture are automatically abandoning those things and setting a bad example. (For the record, I think Rihanna often does set a bad example for young women in many ways, but I also think she is perhaps one of the most eclectic style icons of our generation, and shows us that having a signature sense of style doesn’t necessarily mean you always adhere to one niche in the world of fashion.) Why is this Harper’s Bazaar list of tips for looking “skinnier” on Instagram problematic? I don’t want to patronize anyone, myself, but I also honestly wish I didn’t have to address such nonsense: body image is a major, and often life-threatening matter to which social media unfortunately sometimes contributes on its own by posing unavoidable comparisons. People need to learn to love themselves, and that’s all the more difficult when they log on to Facebook and see a headline that suggests they should learn to hide instead. Why is this Who What Wear article about which lingerie men prefer also problematic? Well, for starters, because feminism is not just about women. It’s about everyone. It’s for everyone. Gender-equality is an all-inclusive concept, and while we’re making strides here and there, it still seems quite out of reach. (Please watch Emma Watson’s inspiring 2014 United Nations speech about gender equality and her #HeForShe campaign.) As I recently wrote on Facebook (and I’m rewording a little bit here), what so many people fail to understand about the endless stream of articles, books, TV shows, and movies that insist that everything women do and say and wear should be in the interest of pleasing men not only prompts women to remain submissive, but also pressures men into believing they have to act as aggressors, and constantly exert control over women and their bodies in order to be perceived and accepted as “masculine.” Like a lot of people, I used to think women were the only true victims of sexism, but men aren’t as liberated as we typically assume. In that women’s studies course, we watched a documentary (unfortunately, I cannot remember the title) about the vicious cycle of society’s perceived gender roles, and how society continuously imprisons men with its rigid standards of masculinity. I sat there shocked as it showed the evolution of the G.I. Joe action figure. (Why can’t I call it a doll? Why aren’t they all just toys?) Society has spent decades in an ethical debate over Barbie and her unrealistic measurements, which have always been the same, but few people realize that the original G.I. Joe looked like an “average-sized” man with totally attainable muscle mass, and has slowly evolved to resemble someone whose body-type could only be obtained by spending countless hours lifting weights, and/or with the assistance of steroids. Society clings to this “boys will be boys” perspective on male violence, when so much of that violence is the result of social constructs we’ve created ourselves, and to which there are solutions. In some ways, we have achieved equality, in that everyone in this world is at some point asked to step inside an easily identifiable box of social norms, and stay there. Most of the time, it doesn’t fit, but so many people don’t admit to their discomfort, and instead choose to conform for fear of being outcast. Why isn’t it ok to question whether or not Caitlyn Jenner’s docuseries I Am Cait lives up to the “hype”? Well, because she isn’t telling her story for the sake of ratings. (Seriously, stop saying that.) Caitlyn Jenner isn’t just the former-Olympian father figure on Keeping Up With the Kardashians anymore. She’s officially one of the foremost transgender icons and role models in the world, and in human history. To those stubborn Facebook users out there: why can’t you compare transgender teen, Jazz Jennings, of I Am Jazz, to Caitlyn Jenner? Well, for starters, because they’re two different people, but also because the transgender community is in desperate need of role models and social representation, and to limit that group to one spokesperson is to marginalize their existence, and also ignores the many other, diverse transgender individuals who’ve already come out and stood up as activists. (It’s bemusing how, when people take to social media to bash the reality television industry and claim it has no merit at all whatsoever, they often inadvertently reveal that they are not actually capable of seeing of what’s not immediately visible to them on reality TV shows.) The suicide rate within the transgender population is reason enough to avoid pitting transgender celebrities against each other, and not for nothing, but how can anyone’s scope be so narrow that they fail to see how incredibly lucky we are to have a 15-year-old transgender woman and a 65-year-old transgender woman in the spotlight simultaneously? The entire angle of Jenner’s interview with Diane Sawyer made it clear that most of the world feels unfamiliar with the transgender experience, and we need to educate ourselves. Would you assume you could learn everything about what it’s like to be African-American from one black person alone, or that one Jewish person’s take on Judaism could sum it all up? No, because that would be absurd. (Also, not many people seem to actively wonder why we need to know what “real housewives” are arguing about in multiple cities, but I’ve read literally dozens of comments on Facebook from people who think they have to choose one transgender celebrity to support.) We learn some overlapping, but ultimately completely different and equally valuable things from Jennings and Jenner and their friends and families, all of whom have put themselves out there to promote acceptance and safety, to let people in the LGBTQ community know that they are not alone—to save lives. In addition, if I’ve learned anything from the three installments of I Am Cait that have aired so far, it’s that Jenner’s vantage point of privilege does not even begin to scrape the surface of the struggles so many transgender people face, and society needs to witness a wider spectrum of those experiences in order to increase understanding and improve those precious lives. (Jenny Boylan, Laverne Cox, and many others have been reminding us of this fact for a long time, from platforms less glamorous than the cover of Vanity Fair.) And for those of you who think it’s blasphemous to associate the word “feminism” with anyone who’s been on Kardashians other than Caitlyn, read this Rolling Stone interview with Kim and then get back to me. It definitely got me thinking: no other women talk so unashamedly about their vaginas on television as the Kardashian sisters do. None. Why am I harping on the Kardashian clan so much right now? Because I want you to understand that feminism is broad, forgiving, and can never be gauged on image alone. Because I like to spend my money on clothes, facials, and decorative manicures, and I read the product reviews on Sephora.com more frequently than I read any major newspaper, and I sing to my own reflection for hours on end—and sometimes I hate what I see—and none of that makes me dumb, or a bad feminist, or a bad person. None of that even comes close to defining my whole complex existence.

The difficulty of writing this essay is that I could go on forever. Because feminism is intersectional and so very multi-faceted, it bleeds into every virtually every aspect of human life. I won’t stop here. I’ll definitely write more essays that discuss (or yell about) feminism going forward; but I guess I’d like to close this one by saying that there is hope. Anger isn’t the only emotion I experience as a feminist. Progress has been and continues to be made every day, and I see it every day. (I’m proud to report that NYLON actually revised some of the Facebook headlines about which I complained to have a more positive, politically correct tone, and even published an interesting article admitting to their conflicting and often imprudent messages, stating, “…we don’t always have a united front when we should, but we are always figuring it out. And sometimes, our readers rightfully call us out on this fact.” (However, this article unfortunately attempts to pawn their racism and other offenses off on other companies, such as Instagram, and does not confront some of the mistakes they’ve made that most urgently need to be addressed and redacted.)) The problem with how many mixed messages I see on my Facebook Newsfeed, many of which come from the same sources, is that it makes it so difficult for people to navigate their role in society and know how to conduct themselves in social situations. When I’m confronted by someone who still thinks “I hate feminists” is a legitimate punchline (good one…), or anyone who casually/”jokingly” says anything that I find downright anti-feminist, racist, etc., I have to wonder if it’s because that person has just received too many mixed messages through social media, and simply can’t decipher the positive from the negative. Perhaps that person was essentially told, in a matter of sixty seconds, that Amy Schumer is a comedic hero for all audiences, that it’s ok to physically abuse women if you’re a professional athlete, that there is finally a woman coaching in the NFL, that Rihanna’s latest ad campaign is a disgrace to black women everywhere, that Rihanna should be able to reveal her nipples on absolutely any platform, that women should choose their clothing based on what men like, that women should feel proud of whatever size they wear, and that Caitlyn Jenner’s most recent accomplishment was wearing a formfitting dress. I can’t imagine being inundated with that contradictory, and frequently politically incorrect content without that lone, introductory course under my belt. I’m not an actual expert on feminism, but I am proof that it doesn’t take long to become comfortable with the concept if you have the resources, open your mind, and really listen.

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Lena Dunham: Why Are You Still Talking About Her Body?

Fashion Food for Thought…

Today is Lena Dunham’s 28th birthday. I’d like you to take that in—consider all she has accomplished by this young age, and how much you yourself achieved, or hope to achieve, by 28. In honor of her birthday, one of my favorite fashion magazines posted a picture on Facebook of Lena in a lovely dress, with a link to a compilation of that magazine’s favorite witty and wise quotes from Ms. Dunham. This made me happy…until I saw the first four comments. One man wrote, in all capital letters, “FAT SLOB.” I browsed this guy’s profile pictures. He is well overweight. Another man wrote, “What a mess!” Yes: a young woman with a wildly successful and dynamic career, incalculable accolades for said career, and a positive self-image…such a mess! Another young woman commented, “She is fate.” Since that doesn’t make sense, I presume this person was attempting to write, “She is fat.” Actually, Lena Dunham is a talented writer, and one should probably grasp the spelling of first-grade level, three-letter words before deciding to scathe her. The only remotely positive comment I saw on this post read, “LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT!” Assuming the woman who wrote this is not Lena Dunham’s mother and doesn’t know Lena Dunham personally at all, what does that even mean? Dunham has never been accused of any kind of lewd or criminal behavior that we often see and associate with young starlets, and her evidently loving, healthy relationship with her musician boyfriend has never, to my knowledge, been scandalous enough for the tabloids. So—and maybe I’m the one with the problem here—I can’t help but figure that this Facebook user’s “loving” remark was her way of saying, “I enjoy your work even though you are not conventionally attractive.”

Ok, where do I begin? Everyone wants to know why Lena Dunham chooses to expose her body so frequently on GIRLS, but fewer people seem to wonder why Sports Illustrated needs an annual swimsuit edition (although I must send good vibes to those who called out the magazine for that totally bizarre Barbie thing), or why the annual Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show is such a hyped-up televised event. Here’s the thing, and I know this may shock some people…but skinny folks aren’t the only ones having sex. In fact, skinny people aren’t the only ones who receive sexual attention and affection. HBO’s GIRLS, whether you like the show or not, attempts to depict the real-life experiences of twenty-somethings (who come in all shapes and sizes), and sex is a big part of that. Sex generally plays a large role in most of stages of life, but as a twenty-something myself, I think I can attest to the fact that sex and dating cause especially extreme confusion during this chapter—and I can’t speak for everyone, but I’m pretty sure most people don’t wear clothes during intercourse. With the freedom HBO gives its shows, why should Dunham have to reduce the verisimilitude of the highly relatable sexual content in GIRLS just because she doesn’t look like those girls in Sports Illustrated? (Isn’t that kind of the point of the show itself?—that is focuses on regular girls?) Something tells me Dunham is more satisfied with titles such as writer, director, actress, and Golden Globe-winner than she would be with Victoria’s Secret Angel, and society needs to allow her to take pride in those roles she does fulfill. After all, it’s not like she sought out to be a style icon. If anything, viewers should feel vexed by how other TV shows that claim to convey the human sexual experience, such as Showtime’s Masters of Sex, seem to exclusively cast actors who do meet society’s unrealistic standards of physical beauty. I also can’t help but speculate that, if Dunham did fit into our culture’s warped conventions, people wouldn’t be so disgusted by her nudity, and the vast majority would harp on how miraculous it was that a “beautiful” woman could also be so intelligent and successful.

Please do not think I am shaming models or any female public figures who do fit the typical description of “beauty”; as a fashion enthusiast and blogger, I am aware of the genuine hard work that goes into modeling careers (plus, for every five remotely attractive pictures you see of me on this blog, there are about a hundred blackmail-worthy shots, too), and as a lover of “high fashion” in particular, I know and appreciate that the models in fashion magazines and on high-profile runways usually have unconventional features, themselves. In the interest of full disclosure, I should probably also admit that I am entirely guilty of worshipping various models, actresses, singers, etc. based on their physical features and outfits alone. Still, it bothers me that someone like supermodel Miranda Kerr receives little to no criticism for building a career based on her body, and is constantly praised for things like birthing a child, practicing yoga, and sleeping with magic “healing” crystals on her nightstand, while Dunham’s accomplishments are so frequently overshadowed by the scrutiny of her physique. However, as I’ve mentioned before, this issue does come full-circle: while society urges Dunham to put more effort into her looks, many of us who do take fashion seriously are automatically stamped as shallow and unintellectual. Although writing a fashion blog may seem to highlight the importance of appearances, my goal as a fashion blogger is actually to highlight the importance of self-expression, and in that regard, Lena Dunham is more of a role model to me than many of the people who are directly connected to the fashion industry. As a devoted fan of GIRLS, I can honestly say that Dunham’s body never phases me, because her body is essentially beside the point. Of course some of those scenes make me uncomfortable at times—ambiguous relationships and sexual encounters in the midst of quarter-life crises are fucking uncomfortable—but I watch each episode feeling relieved and empowered, because Dunham so accurately portrays and represents the excitement and the awkwardness that come with romantic and sexual discovery. Regardless of my dress size, when I watch Lena Dunham on GIRLS—that “fat slob,” as some call her—I see myself. And so, I just have one question: why are you still talking about her body?10312416_10152260589807562_3503956057375354444_n

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Essays, Fashion, Feminism, Humor, Pop Culture

Talking Fashion

During a recent pause my in my anthropology class, a female classmate and I got into an enthusiastic conversation about fashion—about how street style culture in Boston is definitely on the rise, and about some of our favorite designers. One of the boys in class (who, by the way, wears one dangly earring, and in my opinion has a pretty distinct sense of style) interjected to patronize us, saying, “I don’t get why anyone cares about designer labels. I rip the labels off my clothes.” (I guess he’s never considered that some underprivileged children might have worked really hard to sew those labels in. But like, what could be worse than adhering to labels!? Oh, wait—being the person who says, “I don’t adhere to labels” out loud.) I looked at him and asked, “Do you like music?” and because he is a living, breathing human, he said yes. So I explained to him that being a fan of a fashion designer is no different than being a fan of a musician (or a painter, or a writer, etc.). I explained that I wear certain labels because I appreciate their work—because it speaks to me on a personal level. If their work were to become shitty (poor in quality or simply not relevant to my personal style), I wouldn’t keep buying their stuff…the same way people reject musicians or authors or movie directors when their work goes down the toilet. A designer’s body of work is like any other artist’s, and those of us who understand fashion reference it similarly. Specific collections and eras in fashion are just like albums and eras in music, and all other artistic media. (1950s Christian Dior, “Led Zeppelin II,” 1990s Helmut Lang, Picasso’s blue period…You get it.) And I added, “Music, and all art forms, are just as superficial as fashion, and I’m amused by people who think it’s any different.” He shifted his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other and grumbled, “Well, now it’s like that…” as if the music industry was molested by its drunk uncle and then ran away with its already corrupt friend, the fashion industry, to self-destruct and destroy all our souls—as if music hasn’t had a strong superficial side since long before this kid was even born. In my opinion, mainstream music has become more about image and less about artistic integrity while fashion has strived to exponentially push creative boundaries. But because fashion is so directly linked with physical appearances, people constantly assume it’s a shallow and artless industry, and that people who take an interest in fashion are empty, superficial people. This…is bullshit, and an ironically judgmental and superficial point of view.

I was struggling in my sixth grade science class, so the teacher pulled me out of the classroom not to ask how she could help me better grasp the material, but to tell me that I was “just like Cher in Clueless” and that I viewed school as “nothing but a fashion show.” Forget the fact that everyone has a different learning style—I liked clothes, so obviously this was the source of my academic difficulty, right? It’s been ten years, and I have more than a few cute outfits to put on my résumé. And yet, there will always be people who dismiss me for loving fashion—for “caring about designer labels.” Designing clothes, constructing garments, and putting outfits together are extremely artistic, labor-intensive processes. For me, getting dressed is a liberating form of self-expression that’s actually devoid of labels—I can be a different version of myself every day. It helps me get out of bed in the morning, and I’m never going to let anyone put me down for taking joy in that.

Yes, fashion has its superficial qualities: money, intimidation, popularity, sex appeal, harsh criticism, and some other deadly sins play major roles in the whole fashion scene (not to mention the issue of manufacturing), and these aspects of the industry have presented some moral conflicts for me at times. People tend to automatically respect artistic media such as writing or what you might find in art exhibits and galleries because they expect that kind of work to represent larger moral concepts, while fashion is vilified because it presumably only represents “what’s hot right now.” However, the fact that society tells us it’s okay to spend thousands of dollars on a painting and shames those who invest in clothing is problematic—because this has caused me to ask myself, Can I be a good person if I pursue a career in fashion?; If I follow that path, am I automatically anti-feminist? I took a women’s studies course in which we read a book called The Cult of Thinness, which compared America’s obsession with weight and appearances to some of the most dangerous religious cults. The cover of the book was a photo of a fashion show finale (—judging by the nude-colored sheaths, I would venture to guess it was a Calvin Klein ’90s catwalk), and I felt a pang of guilt for knowing more than one of the models by name. I had a momentary identity crisis, and then I realized that feminism means exerting my power to pursue whatever career I want, and that I can have a positive impact on this so-called “cult.” I can remind people that fashion is an art, and encourage everyone to embrace their unique beauty and to wear what makes them happy, not what the media claims is cool. Though fashion may seem like the most exclusive club, it’s actually wildly inclusive: it’s all about celebrating the weird (i.e. that high fashion stuff that is often categorically unwearable), drawing inspiration from different cultures, uniting those cultures, and, of course, unconditional acceptance. What would the fashion industry be without the LGBT community?

There are countless movements within the fashion world to right its wrongs—more and more companies/designers are sweatshop free, make stylish plus-sized collections, and collaborate with stores like Target to offer high-end looks at affordable prices. And everyone who actually understands fashion knows that those who do buy and wear designer labels for the sake of status just don’t get it. Plus, if you’re going to attack the fashion industry for being a “cult” that pressures people into an unhealthy obsession with appearances, you might also want to examine the whole “sex, drugs, and rock and roll” thing…and if you think trends don’t play into music, movies, TV shows, and the whole “real” art scene, well, you’re pretty fucking delusional. Fashion might appear to revolve around trends and putting people down, but I’ve witnessed fashion’s power to raise spirits. I spent the last year working in fashion retail, and helping women piece together ensembles that visibly boosted their confidence was so rewarding, and definitely restored my faith in the positive nature of fashion and personal style. Ultimately, fashion is just like anything else: an exciting and contradictory combination of good and evil. Love it or hate it, fashion brings people together and makes the world a little more colorful. With that said, stay saucy my friends (and watch this quintessential scene from The Devil Wears Prada)…

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