Pardon me for sounding too Provincial, but I think the sexual revolution of the 1960’s was the great downfall of the feminine mystique. Now, understand I am talking about fashion, not politics (though it’s amazing how the two are connected). So, before I get a slew of angry e-mails from the Gloria Steinem fan club, allow me to just say I abhor misogyny, I support equality, women’s suffrage, and all that jazz. But, I assert that women burned more than just their bras during that revolt. I believe we burned our fashion identities!
Case in point: I took in a movie the other night with my sweetheart. Whilst standing in line for overpriced stale popcorn, I noticed a woman standing in front of me wearing ratty fuzzy slippers. As my eyes wandered up this poor creature’s frame, I was horrified to behold her fashion choices (yes, I said “fashion choices” for I doubt anyone held a gun to her head as she dressed). In addition to her bedroom slippers, she wore baggy cotton pajama pants so faded I could hardly make-out their pastel plaid pattern topped by, what I assumed once was, a white spaghetti strap camisole and bright blue bra. Her sandy blonde locks were thrown together in some sort of bun held together by a scunci so stained by make-up the original color had been lost completely!
Sadly my friends, the fashion atrocities did not end with this woman. As I looked around the theater lobby, I saw ladies of all ages and shapes dripping in terry-cloth and flannel. There were exposed muffin-tops and whale-tails galore! Flip-flops, short-shorts with slogans on the seat, skinny jeans slung so low that it looked as if a major accident had taken place (I’m talkin’ #2 here!), and lest we not forget, leggings as pants. As far as the eye could see, one fashion crisis after the other.
Please know I’m not trying to be catty or rude. I loathe the “petty woman” stereotype! My heart genuinely goes out to these gals because the way one dresses is a reflection of how one sees oneself. Is this really the price we must pay for equality, or are we just being lazy? As the incredibly fashionable Dita Von Teese wrote in her book Burlesque/Fetish and the Art of the Teese, “… modernity has removed breathtaking costumes from our closets to make room for sweatpants and ‘sensible’ threads.” Like Ms. Von Teese, I too find sweatpants spiritually chafing.
When I think of all those bullet bras and corselettes burning in the fires of change, it makes me want to cry! This is why I say to you, Ladies, NO MORE! We can stand on equal level with men without being men! All of that satin and lace is what makes the female of the species so wonderful. Why ruin it?
This begins a series of educational diary entries. I will discuss not just fashion on a superficial level, but the passion and romance behind women’s clothing. If you’ve ever wanted to dress like a pin-up or just want to spice up the old wardrobe… or perchance, you are the gal at the movie theater (at least metaphorically), do not miss this series! You don’t have to “dress vintage” to get something out of this series either. You can be an impeccably dressed modern lady savvy enough to avoid some common pitfalls of modern dress. I will also be introducing you to some of my favorite style bloggers, ladies from whom I draw great inspiration.
This is a call to arms, darlings! The New Sexual Revolution is upon us. Let us return to glamour. Viva la Revolution… and stockings!