September 21, 2010
Shoes are the window onto the soul. If you by shoes you mean boobs. Wait, no, eyes! We mean eyes!
It is a debate that has raged for decades. Are high heels a torture device meant to objectify and hobble women, or an empowering fashion statement? Does the damage to your feet outweigh the benefit to posture?
Well, you may be able to check one reason off the list. One study says men don’t care! Or so go the headlines.
Scratch that. What they mean is men can’t tell the difference.
Experts at Northumbria University are studying the reactions of men to women walking while wearing high heels and others without heels.
But the experts say research has shown that men cannot even tell if a woman is wearing high heels when they walk.
It is part of a wider research project into attraction and the signals sent out by movement like walking and dancing.
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July 27, 2010
via Flickr user striatic
Citibank fired employee Debrahlee Lorenzana for the way her clothes fit. Her manager argued that the curves of her body violated appropriate dress guidelines for the company, because the clothes fit her differently than they fit less-curvy employees. His judgment blurs the line between what a dress codes ultimately regulate: clothing and bodies.
Most of us have wondered, “do I look like a slut?” But when does a piece of fabric turn sexual, and where does this question come from?
The unlikely answer can be found in dress codes. From their start in ancient Greece, to their current-day applications, dress codes have clued us in to our inner “sluts” by dividing people in accordance with dominant virtue— both voluntarily and by force. The reasoning behind many dress-codes is the importance of public order and “professionalism,” or that “the outfit makes the man”— but what does it make a woman? For many of us, the answer is complicated. It’s bundled up in a complex set of rules and guidelines that date back to ancient times, which claim to uphold public order— but ultimately buy into a sexist system that disadvantages and sexually objectifies women on the basis of clothing.
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July 12, 2010
I love Lady Gaga. I freely admit it, and everyone who knows me knows how big of a fan of Mother Monster I am. Over the past year and a half, she has rocketed to super stardom from what seems like out of nowhere. She now has the most fans on Facebook ever for a living person, and nearly every single she releases becomes a #1 hit. Her fans (myself included) are known as her “Little Monsters”. But why is this, exactly? Let me take the opportunity to explain to you, from my personal viewpoint, why so many people adore her.
What first got me interested in Lady Gaga was her music. I remember first hearing “Just Dance” when I was just moved into my first apartment with JR and thinking, “Damn, this song is hot!”
By the time JR and I got DirecTV installed, I saw her video for “Poker Face”. That was even hotter. I couldn’t stop singing her songs in my head and dancing to them whenever they came onto the radio. Then LoveGame … then Paparazzi … then Bad Romance. Every new song was bigger and better than the last. And you couldn’t help but take notice of Lady Gaga because of her sense of style. It’s true: her fashion is a little out there. Most people don’t understand it. But you need to look at her style of dress more from the perspective of art rather than functionality.
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July 4, 2010
note: I wrote this post after reading an excellent entry by Bachodi, here. I stole the picture of hideously uncomfortable shoes from that entry as well.
I’m supposed to love shoes. I’m a lady, right? Occasionally, I do love them. I mean, I don’t think about them much on a day-to-day basis, but I’ll pause in front of a city store window and stare at impossible pairs of shoes because they are real works of art. But even in that case, I stare at them for what they are, not for what they’ll do to my feet.
In real life, shoes hate me. I have funny feet. They’re long and thin and crooked. They won’t be tamed by high-heels or platforms or flats. If it’s not a thick sneaker, my feet are guaranteed to hate it. There have been some notable exceptions to this rule, like the excellent pair of Italian sandals.
(An aside: the sandals were five bucks — W had negotiated the price down for me by twenty five dollars!)
So I’ve grown to love shoes the way most car enthusiasts love their Ferraris and Maseratis and Bugattis. There are more car enthusiasts than there are people with deep wallets and a disregard for practical considerations. It’s the same way with people who like shoes. Sometimes, we just like them on the showroom floor.
Women like shoes because they are the most egalitarian aspect of fashion. The size two dress might be unattainable for some (or most) ladies. The Manolos, on the other hand, can be enjoyed by the vast majority of fashionistas, provided they’re willing to pay up.
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