Comments on: Fashion and Misogyny, Part 3 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/ Wed, 03 Dec 2008 22:53:58 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: Chris Clarke http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3057 Chris Clarke Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3057 I <em>need</em> a fuchsia bomber jacket. Then again, when we first moved to the occasionally stultifying little town in which I now reside, I was verbally gaybashed twice in succession for wearing a faded salmon-colored tank top. Maybe it was the tummy thing. I've got some major tummage. I need a fuchsia bomber jacket.

Then again, when we first moved to the occasionally stultifying little town in which I now reside, I was verbally gaybashed twice in succession for wearing a faded salmon-colored tank top.

Maybe it was the tummy thing. I’ve got some major tummage.

]]> By: Chris Clarke http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3058 Chris Clarke Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3058 Oh, and there's something about <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2005/09/25/webzine_fsm_porn_tas.html" rel="nofollow">this</a> story that made me think of this series of Twisty posts. Not sure what. Oh, and there’s something about this story that made me think of this series of Twisty posts. Not sure what.

]]> By: Grandma Blue http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3059 Grandma Blue Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3059 Dear god, what women are made to go through and feel is appalling. I starved myself, or worse, for years, just to make sure I was "appealing" enough. I still look in the mirror and no matter how thin I am I look fat to myself. I hate this stuff. I hate that women's magazines are 1/2 "great recipes to cook for your family" and the other 1/2 "how to lose 10 lbs fast". I hate that so many of my female family members have varying eating disorders. I'm with you. It's the patriarchy. Dear god, what women are made to go through and feel is appalling. I starved myself, or worse, for years, just to make sure I was “appealing” enough. I still look in the mirror and no matter how thin I am I look fat to myself.

I hate this stuff. I hate that women’s magazines are 1/2 “great recipes to cook for your family” and the other 1/2 “how to lose 10 lbs fast”.

I hate that so many of my female family members have varying eating disorders.

I’m with you. It’s the patriarchy.

]]> By: norbizness http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3060 norbizness Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3060 To quote Rodney Dangerfield, who secretly battled patriarchy like a motherfucker possessed in his off-time (it's true) in <i>Caddyshack</i>: "Nice Secret Power Liner Dress! You buy an outfit like that, I bet you get a free bowl of soup!" To quote Rodney Dangerfield, who secretly battled patriarchy like a motherfucker possessed in his off-time (it’s true) in Caddyshack: “Nice Secret Power Liner Dress! You buy an outfit like that, I bet you get a free bowl of soup!”

]]> By: ae http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3061 ae Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3061 Ha! Saw this catalog just this weekend at my grandmother's house and did note w/ much chagrin that it was damn near impossible to purchase any f*cking apparel for the ladies that included that brand new technology, so cutting edge and avant-garde as to seem magical, maybe you've heard of it: the pocket. What in the ever-lovin' hell is wrong w/ fashion sadists? I need f*cking pockets (when I'm travelling), though I know something so esoteric and fantastical could have unflattering consequences for my ass. God. It's like asking water from the moon. This calls to mind a t-shirt my pal saw at our local Pride parade yesterday: <i>Does my fat ass make my ass look big?</i> That is so Zen I am adopting it as my personal motto. Ha! Saw this catalog just this weekend at my grandmother’s house and did note w/ much chagrin that it was damn near impossible to purchase any f*cking apparel for the ladies that included that brand new technology, so cutting edge and avant-garde as to seem magical, maybe you’ve heard of it: the pocket. What in the ever-lovin’ hell is wrong w/ fashion sadists? I need f*cking pockets (when I’m travelling), though I know something so esoteric and fantastical could have unflattering consequences for my ass. God. It’s like asking water from the moon.

This calls to mind a t-shirt my pal saw at our local Pride parade yesterday: Does my fat ass make my ass look big? That is so Zen I am adopting it as my personal motto.

]]> By: Kyra http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3062 Kyra Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3062 Yes! Pockets! POCKETS, dammit, I want pockets in my clothing! Oh high-and-mighty lords of fashion in misogyny's back pocket (yes, misogyny has pockets, why the fuck can't I?), I do not want to have to drag a purse with me in order to carry keys and a wallet! Such things belong in POCKETS! And when (if) you give us pockets, how about, GIVE US BIG ONES!!! My brother walks around with a wallet the size of a softball, a ring of keys that weighs three pounds if it weighs an ounce, and enough pliers, screwdrivers and other tools to set up shop as an electrician, mechanic, and computer repairman all at once! IN HIS POCKETS! Me? I cannot carry around the key to my dad's car comfortably because the remote control is too big! I searched for WEEKS for a wallet I could fit comfortably in my back pocket, and it wouldn't fit in the last three pairs of jeans that I tried. I have a bottle of eyedrops that jabs me in the femoral artery with every step I take, chapstick that is outlined like a tiny misplaced penis, and checks that bring up error messages because the machines don't like it when they're folded! Gods forbid I ever get a cell phone. Fucking patriarchy. Yes! Pockets! POCKETS, dammit, I want pockets in my clothing! Oh high-and-mighty lords of fashion in misogyny’s back pocket (yes, misogyny has pockets, why the fuck can’t I?), I do not want to have to drag a purse with me in order to carry keys and a wallet! Such things belong in POCKETS!

And when (if) you give us pockets, how about, GIVE US BIG ONES!!! My brother walks around with a wallet the size of a softball, a ring of keys that weighs three pounds if it weighs an ounce, and enough pliers, screwdrivers and other tools to set up shop as an electrician, mechanic, and computer repairman all at once! IN HIS POCKETS! Me? I cannot carry around the key to my dad’s car comfortably because the remote control is too big! I searched for WEEKS for a wallet I could fit comfortably in my back pocket, and it wouldn’t fit in the last three pairs of jeans that I tried. I have a bottle of eyedrops that jabs me in the femoral artery with every step I take, chapstick that is outlined like a tiny misplaced penis, and checks that bring up error messages because the machines don’t like it when they’re folded!

Gods forbid I ever get a cell phone.

Fucking patriarchy.

]]> By: Christopher http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3063 Christopher Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3063 Of course, the flip side of this is that men aren't allowed to carry purses, and the clothes with pockets generally just aren't that great for summer-wear. Sure my jacket has enough room for for a book and sketch-pad and foreign-language flashcards and all the other crap I carry for long bus-rides, but dang-it, I can't wear a jacket in the middle of summer. And if you keep your stuff in your pants pockets, you have to remember to empty them at the end of the day and pick everything else up and pack it the next day. And you have to spend a lot of time sitting on it. Maybe this is just another "what about the men" rant, but frankly, patriarchal fashion norms make everybody miserable. Damn fashion. Of course, the flip side of this is that men aren’t allowed to carry purses, and the clothes with pockets generally just aren’t that great for summer-wear.

Sure my jacket has enough room for for a book and sketch-pad and foreign-language flashcards and all the other crap I carry for long bus-rides, but dang-it, I can’t wear a jacket in the middle of summer.

And if you keep your stuff in your pants pockets, you have to remember to empty them at the end of the day and pick everything else up and pack it the next day. And you have to spend a lot of time sitting on it.

Maybe this is just another “what about the men” rant, but frankly, patriarchal fashion norms make everybody miserable.

Damn fashion.

]]> By: Emma http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3064 Emma Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3064 <i>And if you keep your stuff in your pants pockets, you have to remember to empty them at the end of the day and pick everything else up and pack it the next day.</i> The more you get sucked into the hideous morass of office apparel, the more it becomes apparent that you are expected to have 43214321432 bags rather than just the one-at-a-time that used to suffice. I'm fairly organised, but I've been caught out a bunch of times by leaving some crucial element of the crap I carry about daily in another bag. And if you keep your stuff in your pants pockets, you have to remember to empty them at the end of the day and pick everything else up and pack it the next day.

The more you get sucked into the hideous morass of office apparel, the more it becomes apparent that you are expected to have 43214321432 bags rather than just the one-at-a-time that used to suffice. I’m fairly organised, but I’ve been caught out a bunch of times by leaving some crucial element of the crap I carry about daily in another bag.

]]> By: Emma http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3065 Emma Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3065 Also: who wants to travel feeling their 'tummy' being squished? Isn't aeroplane/airport food enough of an affront to digestive wellness without all of your organs being mashed? Also: who wants to travel feeling their ‘tummy’ being squished? Isn’t aeroplane/airport food enough of an affront to digestive wellness without all of your organs being mashed?

]]> By: BitingBeaver http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3066 BitingBeaver Wed, 31 Dec 1969 17:00:00 +0000 http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2005/09/25/fashion-and-misogyny-part-3/#comment-3066 Twisty, you are the Queen of Patriarchy blaming! This ill-conceived notion that women *should* be anorexic waifs is utterly ridiculous. My first husband used to give me weekly 'weigh ins' and then, if I had *gasp* gained a few pounds he would encourage me to starve myself for several days to lose it. Mind you, at the time I was also a stripper and my size 6's were too big. *le sigh* it was a good day indeed when I sent him packing. In any case, I've managed to work around the purse issue (since I frigging HATE carrying a purse and always, always, leave the damn thing sitting in a restaurant) I now carry a fanny pack. I sure as hell can't leave it behind when it's strapped to my person. Twisty, you are the Queen of Patriarchy blaming! This ill-conceived notion that women *should* be anorexic waifs is utterly ridiculous. My first husband used to give me weekly ‘weigh ins’ and then, if I had *gasp* gained a few pounds he would encourage me to starve myself for several days to lose it. Mind you, at the time I was also a stripper and my size 6’s were too big.

*le sigh* it was a good day indeed when I sent him packing.

In any case, I’ve managed to work around the purse issue (since I frigging HATE carrying a purse and always, always, leave the damn thing sitting in a restaurant) I now carry a fanny pack. I sure as hell can’t leave it behind when it’s strapped to my person.

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