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soupedepates · 3 months ago

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As usual

"Stuff happened"

Is my way to sum up the day

Between medical confidentiality and the things I don't want to say

But today is a special day I suppose

Idalia told me she wanted to bring me somewhere nice

I said that staying at home was nice enough

She argued that with her new job

As she is making now way more than minimum wage

She could afford to bring me to a good place downtown and pay everything

So I asked her what were we celebrating

(Not her birthday nor mine

So what is it?)

She rolled her eyes and told me to get ready after my day at the surgery

And now I am trying to figure out how to tie that necktie

I look like an aged schoolboy my God

But I guess the trouser suit would look nice on me

if I wasn't built like a matchbox perhaps

Okay okay the tie won't do

And I can't wear anything else for my wardrobe is only constituted of comfy clothes you can't wear at a nice restaurant

Or scrubs

But you don't go on a date wearing scrubs

I can't show cleavage

You can't show what you don't have after all

I shouldn't look at my reflection for too long

It's giving me dark thoughts

Of course Idalia is beautiful in her best dress

"Wait a sec, honey", she says as she is putting my barrette with a fake rose in my hair

"You look absolutely perfect."

I don't know if she is trying to cheer me up or if she believes in what she's saying

I always loved persons better-looking than me

Fryderyk has always been so handsome

And Idalia

Well

She is unbelievably beautiful

And here I am

Homely at best and unsightly at worst

"And you're just

Just breath-taking"

"Aren't you a flirt," she giggles before giving me a peck on the lips. "Let's go, we're about to be late!"

And for a nice place

It is

"How expensive is this place?"

"My treat, Zuza, I'm paying everything, don't worry!"

I read the menu

It's a nice restaurant

So the prices are nice

Not stupendous

But clearly she has been saving up for this date

"I'm sorry

But what are we celebrating?"

She starts to laugh

Then she stares at me worried

"Oh you're not jokin', you have no clue."

Perfect moment for the waiter to bring the wine

I must admit

Seeing that man so confused regarding who is supposed to taste the wine

In front of my girlfriend (very feminine and taller) and I (more masculine-leaning yet thin and shorter

And older)

Is funny

He hesitates for a bit

I can't hold a nervous laugh

He awkwardly pours us both a drop to verify it isn't corked

And as the wine doesn't seem corked

He just leaves our table

"Have you forgotten? Like, for real?"

Oh no

I've hurt her

"I am so sorry"

"Oh, don't be, it's..."

She pauses to think for a bit

"It's our anniversary today. Well, it is tomorrow but tomorrow this place won't be open and your son is going to that clinic and you won't be in the right headspace, I think... I wanted to do something nice for our fifth anniversary."

I've hurt her by forgetting

My God I'm such an idiot

"And as you were the one who reminded me the fourth last times I thought it would be nice if I was the one making the move this time... For fuck's sake you really forgot?"

She immediately takes my hand

"Hey, you're making that face, is everything okay?"

"What face?"

"The face you do when you're about to cry", she whispers

"Everything is okay Idalia

I am

I am just sorry"

"It's alright it's alright, don't beat up on yourself. It's fine... You have a lot goin' on these days... weeks... months?"

"It's nothing"

"It's not, Zuza. It's really not. I'm seeing you withering and yes, I noticed you can't sleep at night, and that you've changed your medication for something stronger. It's not 'nothing'..."

I can't look at her in the eyes

So I just pour myself some wine

"I'm tired

That's all

Sorry for bumming you out when you made so much effort for me"

"It's okay", she smiles

It isn't

"I just want to take care of you."

"I know Idalia

I'm just tired"

As usual

I justify myself with

"Stuff happened"

#oc #lysara #writing #modern au #my favourite toxic yuri #which isn't that toxic rn #they're on a date #and zuza is depressed af #because i am depressed af so i need to get it out of my system #am sorry to mix UK and US phrases but not rly sorry #and yes #stuff happened

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maxhoemo · 5 years ago

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To Hell and Back: Can’t Keep a Good Boy Down p1

Max smiled to himself as he walked down the street. He’d just come back from volunteering, which always put him in a good mood. He would go to the children’s hospital and read to the kids, or even just talk to them. Depending on the age. Some of them even knew him from his gaming channel on YouTube. He wasn’t a star or anything, but the kids who recognized him would always get excited.

Giving back always made him feel good. When he was a child, he’d never had anyone to talk to. He grew up an orphan, and the staff in his various foster homes only did what was necessary to keep him alive and educated. Nobody really cared. That was why Max was studying to be a school councillor. He could be someone kids could reach out to if they had nobody else.

He slid the key in his apartment door, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He rented a place not far from campus. Max was just too straight-laced for dorm life. Excessive drinking and drugs... It just wasn’t for him. He saw the way it could ruin lives when he was growing up, and he didn’t want to take that risk.

He rode the elevator up to his floor and walked into the apartment. The door was rarely locked. Max figured since the building door and his own bedroom door were locked at night, this door wasn’t that important.

“Hey, Max.”

“How’s it going, Ian?” Ian was Max’s roommate. He was nerdy and introverted, and almost as straight-laced as Max. He drank or smoked weed sometimes, but Max didn’t mind since he did that in his room and was quiet about it.

“I’ve got an essay due tomorrow. Just been working on that. Then I realized I hadn’t eaten all day,” he laughed.

Max chuckles, shaking his head. “Fuck...” Ian was like that. He was so dedicated, sometimes it was a detriment. But he was sure Ian would be very successful some day. Realizing he was staring, Max turned away, biting his lip. He headed for his bedroom and threw his bag onto the bed. He was certain he had developed a crush on Ian. And he was also certain Ian wasn’t gay. He sighed. It would just have to remain a fantasy, he supposed. Besides, he didn’t have time for a relationship. No, he had to focus on school right now. Get his career. Than maybe, some day, love would find it’s way into his life. Maybe.

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“Max Stanley? This can’t possibly be right.”

“It’s true. He’s set to start my psychology class next semester.”

The man took a deep drag of his cigarette. The name alone filled him with rage. He was seated on the professor’s desk, looking over the class list. He tossed the sheets to the floor, exhaling his smoke into the professor’s face. This didn’t seem to phase the man in the slightest. “I want you to take care of him.”

“Yes, master, of course.”

“I want him to suffer. The way I suffered.” The young man slid off the desk and to his feet. His shiba inu trailing close behind as he paced the room.

“An accident perhaps?”

“No, no. He should live a long life. A long miserable life.”

“What do you propose?”

“I’ve been keeping tabs for a while, but I’d like to observe his personality. Find out his aspirations. So that I can destroy them. You... You just get him malleable.” He blew another cloud of smoke in the man’s direction. “Understand?”

“Of course, master.”

“I’ve been working on something that can help.” He handed the professor a small wooden box.

“How will I know which one is Stanley, master?”

“That will be the easy part. He’ll bare more than a striking resemblance to myself. Minus one rather crucial detail.” He indicated to the unsightly scar across his right eye. “Who knows? Maybe he’ll get one of his own along the way.”

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Max stepped back into his room after a shower, towel around his waist. He opened his dresser, looking for something to wear. As he dug through his clothing, he let out a sigh. Catching a glimpse of a dress. It was just a cotton, black baby-doll style dress. Very casual. But it made him feel so cute when he wore it. He liked to dress up like that sometimes, but he was ashamed of it. People would think he was some kind of a sexual deviant or something. Like it was a fetish. And who would want someone like that working with kids? Everybody would judge him, he knew it. He settled instead on a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of comfy sweats.

His stomach rumbled, realizing he could smell something. Something good. He wandered back into the kitchen, seeing Ian at the table with a large pizza.

“Hey, Max. Have a slice,” he offered.

“Thanks man.” Max accepted the invitation. “Finish your essay?”

“Yeah. Just gotta print it off and I’m good.”

“Oh man, you’re so much better than me. I don’t start my homework until the night before it’s due,” he laughed.

“Yet you always manage to pass. I mean, hey, that takes talent.”

“Well, I guess we’ll really see once we’re pitted against each other next term.”

“Oh yeah. Same psy course. That sure will be something.”

Max laughed. “Oh yeah.”

#writing #maxian

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sequoiann · 7 years ago

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❦ liqhtmas ┊ halo

❆ 10 ; “i met you last christmas and never saw you again until today on christmas day. are you an angel? wait, you actually are?

❆ 19 ; “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.”

pairing; seventeen jeonghan x reader

genre; fluff + angst + humor + angel!jeonghan + medieval!au (but slightly modernized?) + fantasy

word count; 1.8k words (i swear it’s not as long as it sounds hjsdkf)

; prompts for liqhtmas

You wandered around the warm, empty house which had festive decorations put up on almost every wall and every corner, your fingers numbly brushing across the wooden table that you walked past. Snow was falling outside, creating a huge white blanket that spread over the entirety of your village. Your eyes scanned the colorful living room which had no signs of life other than your own. A lit Christmas tree was standing proudly at a corner, the lights circling around it shining their individual colors brightly. Garlands were hung neatly on the walls, the center of each drooping down slightly to create a mini U-shape. Red and green Christmas stockings lined the top of your fireplace, seeming to provide a teeny bit more warmth than the fire itself did on other days.

You were a young adult living alone, and you have been for the past 5 years. Where were your parents? Well, you were a product of a failed relationship --- or rather, a failed marriage. Your parents got into a huge fight when you were 16, and it honestly wasn’t surprising. They’d been fighting for as long as you could remember, but this one just had a denouement that concluded the end of their marriage. Neither of them wanted anything to do with the former family after signing the papers, and you were something that would tie them down. So they left the house to you, as if that was a reasonable alibi for them to leave you to raise yourself.

There was a kind lady in the village who acted as your godmother after your biological one left, though --- Madalyn. She was a clothier, someone who makes clothes for the nobles. Most of the materials that were supplied to her were expensive and fine, and she had briefly told you before that if she used any of those for her own benefits, she’d suffer a great deal. You could easily guess what she meant --- you were old enough.

However, materials that had minor stains or manufacturing defects in them would never be bought by any noble, so she used those for you, sewing up dresses and normal everyday clothing. You couldn’t thank her enough. She would often come over with food, but you could feed yourself. You worked as a little deliverer. Your pay wasn’t that good, but it helped you get by.

Madalyn was the one who put up all the Christmas-y decorations in your home, too, even after countless protests from you, who had told her that there was no need in doing that since ‘no one’s gonna see them anyway’. She had smiled warmly, shaking her head as she continued doing what she was doing --- setting up the Christmas tree.

“You’d see it,” she said as-a-matter-of-factly.

She was going out of town for the holiday to visit her direct family, and she had indirectly shown guilt for not being able to be with you. It’d be like that every year, during any festive season. You were used to it, you told her, and you didn’t blame her.

So now, you were alone in your house, the decorations somehow making you feel lonelier on this occasion. You sighed and headed to the kitchen, opening the cabinet overhead and pulling out a container of cocoa-mix powder. You rinsed a yellow-colored mug and filled it with milk before heating it up in the microwave, and adding the cocoa powder in after that. You mindlessly stirred the hot chocolate, hoping that it’d warm your insides. You found your mind floating to the thought of alcohol --- you were reminded that you had a few cans left in the fridge, and the day was passing by unimaginably slowly, so why not?

Grabbing two cans out of the fridge, you placed them both on the countertop beside your mug of hot chocolate, opening one of the cans and taking a sip out of it. You stared at the brown liquid still sitting on the tabletop for a moment, before tilting the canned alcohol above the hot chocolate. You have this habit of making weird concoctions, and sometimes, just sometimes, they turn out tasting fine.

“Yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.”

You literally jumped back in surprise at the voice, your hand jerking and hitting the filled mug of hot chocolate. It overflows a little and spills onto your hand, making you yelp and instinctively put your lips on the scalded area after hastily putting down the can.

You looked up at the speaker, who had widened his eyes after seeing what happened, pushing himself up from his original position of leaning on the wall.

“Are you okay?” he asked, coming closer to you. You flinched and moved back, and when he noticed that, he stopped in his tracks. You removed your hand from your mouth, unbothered about how unsightly that was.

“W-who are you? Why’re you here? How’d you get in?” you blabbered, your other hand holding onto your wrist close to your chest. You scrutinized the stranger for a bit. He looked oddly familiar, but you couldn’t recall where you had seen him before. He was wearing a white, comfy-looking woolen sweater, his blonde hair and pale skin making him look really… glowy.

The man pressed his lips into a small smile, folding his arms and letting you continue to look him up-down as a sense of familiarity flashed across your eyes.

Then it clicked.

“I met you last Christmas,” you spoke unsurely, the image of him being at the carpenter’s when you were delivering something to them popping up in your head. The man nodded excitedly.

“Yes! Hello, I’m Jeonghan!”

You raised an eyebrow. You still aren’t trusting him. Why was he in your house? And also, you knew almost everyone in the village since you were one of the few ‘deliverers’, but you had never seen him after that one meeting.

“I never saw you again until today, on Christmas day again. Are you an angel?” you questioned. Your social skills weren’t very good.

Jeonghan blinked in surprise, hesitating to confirm your words. You frowned, confused at how he didn’t deny it immediately.

“Wait, you actually are?”

“Yes…?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeonghan sighs after seeing your unconvinced expression and casually twirls his index finger in the air, and a whirl of shiny, white sparkles which seemed tinted with pink trailed in the atmosphere.

You were still in disbelief. “...For real? Angels exist?”

Jeonghan nods, unfazed. “I’m a guardian angel. More specifically, your guardian angel.”

Your eyes dropped down to his clothes, and you frowned. “I thought angels wore long, silky, white dresses? And where’s your halo?”

Jeonghan chuckled, his laughter sounding especially melodious. “What era are you living in, Y/N?”

You blinked. “Oh, you know my name.”

“Were you not listening to whatever I said?”

You blinked again. “I was.”

Jeonghan hummed in half-hearted acknowledgment, walking closer to you again. “How’s your hand?”

You had totally forgotten about scalding yourself. You looked down at your hand and saw a red mark on the spot. Jeonghan gently takes your hand, putting it under the tap in the sink and turning on the water. It felt especially cold to the touch.

“Don’t be so stiff,” Jeonghan said, chuckling. “It’s not like I’m gonna hurt you.”

You knew that. There was just something about his presence that made you feel like he had actually been with you since forever, but it was your second time meeting him in person.

“Why’re you here?” you asked carefully, trying to keep the fluttering in your stomach in check. Jeonghan turned off the tap, his hand holding onto yours like you were a princess made of diamonds.

“Well,” he started, his eyes moving from your hand to your eyes. He really looked like an angel, you thought. His eyes were a dreamy grey and seemed to literally sparkle. You quickly looked down before you got lost in them.

“First of all, you’re alone again this Christmas, and that isn’t nice,” he said, smiling gently, his hand letting go of yours, which fell to your side. “Second of all, you actually tried mixing alcohol with hot chocolate. You’re gonna kill yourself.”

You laughed. “I’m still alive, don’t worry. You haven’t failed your job.”

Jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head. “So, what do you wanna do?”

You cocked your head to a side. “You’re actually spending Christmas with me?”

He nodded simply. “Yeah, of course.”

You smiled. “I’d like a movie. It’s too cold out,” you mumbled. “But I’m bored of the movies I have.”

Jeonghan smiled in understanding, before twirling his finger in the air again before pointing it onto your countertop. A ray of sparkle followed the line, and a wide array of different movie CDs appeared on the table.

“Woah!” you exclaimed, widening your eyes and grabbing a random CD box to make sure it was real. It was.

“You can make anything appear?” you asked Jeonghan, and he nodded proudly.

“Would you like a house?” he suggested cheekily, opening his hand where a mini, sparkly house was floating above his palm. You quickly grabbed onto his arm and pushed it down, the sparkles disappearing.

“Don’t! There’s no space!” you exclaimed, the both of you laughing at the thought.

“Okay, choose your movie and we’ll move to the couch.”

You ended up picking up 4 of them before the both of you plopped down on the couch in the living room and playing one of the movies you picked out. You have seated a safe distance away from Jeonghan, who was snug at the corner of your L-shaped sofa. Jeonghan noticed you being all awkward and reached out, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. You yelped softly and ended up being seated right beside him.

“Just treat me as your boyfriend,” Jeonghan spoke, chuckling a little. “You don’t have to be so reserved.”

You swallowed at the term he used, hesitant. Honestly, you were tempted to just snuggle up to him and stay there, and since his presence wasn’t actually unfamiliar, you knew it’d be fine. But you were still wary.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow and pulled you closer such that you were literally squeezed next to him, his arm over your shoulders. You were surprised, but didn’t adjust yourself. It was warm and... nice.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as the movie introduction played on the television before Jeonghan speaks up.

“You know, angels can read the minds of the person they’re assigned to,” Jeonghan informed you, making you gulp and attempt to sit back up. But he pulls you back down, laughing.

“Just stay here,” he chuckled, resting his head on yours and making a warm, fuzzy blanket appear on top of both of you. “I know you’re cold.”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen jeonghan #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #liqhtmas #liqhtmas ; jeonghan

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ginnyzero · 5 years ago

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5 Things Women Hate about Women’s Fashion

Comedians joke about this, comic writers use it as punch lines. And Women’s fashion is this huge industry that is considered a lot more experimental than men’s fashion. Because apparently, men won’t put up with the shit that women do. Or, women just haven’t managed to find a way to force the industry to have some common decency standards.

So here is a list of common complaints that women have and even I have.

Vanity Sizing

I’m putting this at number uno. This has been a problem for decades. Years ago, even back when I was a child in the 80s, some smart ass decided that if a woman thought she was a smaller size then she’d be more likely to buy a product. Thus began the psychological practice of vanity sizing. And no woman could go to a store without having to try things on.

This sucks. Women do have standard sizings. The US has standard sizes. Europe has standard sizes. Fashion designers actually learn to make patterns in standard sizing! There are graphs. In fact, most of your home sewing packets with patterns are in standard sizes.

And as the years have gone by, Vanity sizing has gotten smaller and smaller as this psychological trick really doesn’t work as well as they’d want you to believe. Look, I cry when I put on a 00. I don’t want to be that tiny. It’s not a great feeling. Let me be a Small. Let me be a size 4. Even a size 2 feels like too small. Contrary to the industry’s beliefs making a size 18 a size 12 doesn’t make that size 18 actually feel any smaller as a person.

It just makes shopping that more bloody difficult. Am I a small? Am I a medium? Or am I an extra small? (The higher the price point, usually the smaller I am.)

The other issue with vanity sizing is that in grading a pattern, there are literally no standards. The company can say that a size 16 is whatever they want to whatever measurements they want. And this creates a problem with grading. Grading is the method that patterns are increased and decreased to create different sizes from the original sample pattern. Pattern makers make good money because it’s a science to be able to translate the sample into a bigger size and keep the correct proportions of a garment. So, if you buy something that has huge armholes and the armholes just keep getting bigger the bigger the pattern gets, it’s because it wasn’t graded properly and vanity sizing (and a bad pattern grader) are to blame.

This can happen to even the most expensive of garments, say wedding dresses. You spend thousands of dollars on something, you want it to fit! Well, here is my advice, don’t try to have the pattern altered. Don’t raise the neckline especially. Because that’s going to change the entire pattern. It will come back too big. The entire pattern’s measurements are based on the bust. So, if you think the neckline of your wedding gown is too low, choose another gown. Period.

No pockets

Ugh. What happened to pockets? I had pockets in high school. I remember having good front pockets on my jeans during high school. Now, if I want to have front pockets in my jeans instead of small pockets or even fake pockets I have to wear my father’s jeans that shrunk in the wash. Look. I’m a daddy’s girl. I have limits! (And yes, when I worked at my father’s shop I wore male jeans pretty much exclusively even though they bulged in the front when I sat down because they were comfy and had front pockets for my wallet.)

A lot of people blame the handbag industry for this. I don’t. The handbag industry has been around for centuries and before handbags became a status item women had sneaky ways of putting pockets in their clothes. Those big skirts could hide a lot of things including pockets. Chatelaines are awesome.

I blame two things. The recession of the mid-2000s and stretch denim.

Okay, fancy evening dresses and cocktail dresses and such haven’t had pockets really since the sixties. (Fifties full circle skirts allowed for these lovely things called pockets.) But back before lyrca was added to everything patterns had to be created with what was called ease because woven fabrics unlike knits just don’t stretch no matter how hard you pull on them. That’s why you had to “break jeans” and shoes in. You had to manually break down the threads of the denim or stretch the leather of your shoes to get that comfort ease to your clothes.

Denim companies do a lot of prewash and pre-wear work on denim pants and they still came out stiff and would shrink in the wash because cotton. (Stone wash denim is literally put in a big washtub with stones.)

Then Lyrca came about. Spandex was found to be useful for something other than biker shorts and bathing suits. And the Lyrca and Spandex companies began to push and push and push these new fibers. And Fashion really got into it. Look at how tight we can now make jeans.

Then the recession happened. And the first thing that has to go is any extra fabric. So in combination with the fact that fashion “trends” were for really tight pants and these new gadgets called cellphones created unsightly lumps in those really tight pants, front pockets ended up disappearing because hey they could save material cost and manufacturing time. (Yes, any minute of sewing time and excess of material that they can shave off your clothes to save a penny was taken into account in those days.)

And as anyone knows, it’s really difficult to get something back once it’s gone. Once a policy has been instituted, it’s next to impossible to get rid of it. See gas service charges etc.

But we aren’t supposed to be in a recession anymore. There are still super tight pants and dresses without pockets and well, it’s bothersome. Because it’s actually safer to carry something in a pocket than it is in a handbag if you’re a woman. I’d rather have my wallet in my front pocket than in a purse because 9 times out of 10 I don’t have a secure place to leave my purse while working.

Baby Doll T-Shirts and Short Shorts

Sigh.

I put these together because they seem to feed off each other. Why is it that women can’t find a normal wide cut t-shirt or a pair of shorts that at least go to her fingertips? Shorts that are more “bermuda” style and are comfortable aren’t a second skin and don’t chafe. Especially, and I mean especially because girls/women are subjected to some of the most extreme and male pandering dress code rules lawyering that there is in existence.

I went to a Christian School. My dress code insisted on skirts at mid-knee or lower and my shirts had to be within 2 fingers of my collar bone. And I had thin fingers. Even back during the 90s this was a tall order!

I don’t know when tight t-shirts called “Baby doll” (oh don’t get me started on the sexist nature of that name) t-shirts came into being and became popular. And somehow, somehow all the other t-shirts for girls disappeared. Oh yeah, we had a brief resurgence of “too big” 80s style clothing. But that’s not really the same as normal style t-shirts. And around the same time, the short short “daisy duke” style shorts came back into style for all fabric types.

And they haven’t gone away. I’ve stopped buying shorts because it’s either they’re tight and/or they don’t have any coverage. I’ll wear a dress (a nice comfy t-shirt dress) before I’ll buy shorts. (And I can’t buy capris because I’m petite and they fall wrong proportionally and I’d have to hem them. And by hemming them I’d lose the pretty details at the hems which is the reason I’d buy them in the first place!) In the 80s, at least the shorts were long and I wore skin tight biker shorts but at least they went past my fingertips. (Granted, I think my mother made them after the popular styles in stores for me. But she was thrifty like that.)

This has gotten so bad that it’s filtered down to the styles of young girls. The young girls people protest shouldn’t be sexualized. That they need to be able to run and play just as well as boys. And maybe we should just have a child’s section instead of a girl’s and boy’s section if you’re going to end up forcing parents to shop in the “boy’s” section for their little girls to have clothes that aren’t tight, short and ‘too old’ and ‘inappropriate.’

There are parents out there that can’t stand this so much for their little girls that they’re trying (bless them) to start alternative clothing lines. (One or two items of clothing is not a line but digression.) And I wish them all the best. In fact, I wish that they’d all get together actually create an alternative clothing wear BRAND for little girls with all of their awesome ideas instead of being 101 little tiny companies. (Because it’s ridic.)

At the same time, adults would also like clothes that aren’t tiny shorts and tight t-shirts that cut our circulation off at the armpits! Once again, I blame the recession. You can also blame “body conscious” celebs like the Kardashians for this ridiculous trend sticking around. Ugh.

Gendered colors, motifs and patterns

Let’s spring off that last one shall we?

Gendered clothes. Gendered toys. Gendered butterflies for girls, dinos for boys. If you look at the aisles and the areas of clothing and toys in stores, companies have indoctrinated us into this belief that pink is for girls, blue is for boys and that girls don’t like dinosaurs or dragons or trains or anything remotely car related.

This is bull.

Okay, there are probably two topics that can get into a history rant, it’s gendered colors and wedding traditions. (White started with Queen Victoria, it’s not traditional, wear blue. It’s lucky. “Married in blue, he’ll remain true.” And Debeers in the 30s pushed diamonds for engagement rings, before that stones like sapphires and emeralds were popular. Resist the indoctrination.) In the last, oh, 75 years, gender colors have been flipped.

Pink wasn’t for girls before the 50s. Pink was for boys. Why? Pink was a warm color. A strong color and stimulated babies. Blue is soothing. It calms girls down. Honestly, colors are colors. However, over time and after the 1940s with pink being used for homosexuals by Nazi Germany and the ascendance of Barbie, pink became to be associated with femininity, fragility and girls. Boys were put into blue and strong primary colors. Girls were regulated to pastels and ivory. Maybe if it was Christmas they got a pretty red dress. (Because Red is scandalous you know on a woman. Men remember women in a red dress. Red is the color of prostitutes.)

And then screen printing came into being. Clothes could have everything from pictures to logos to all over patterns printed onto the fabric. And things became even more divisive. Girls couldn’t like math or science. The boys got those types of patterns. Girls didn’t like trains or cars. Boys got those patterns. Girls got flowers and fruit or butterflies or pretty unicorns.

It’s insidious. It’s patronizing. It’s degrading. It plays into the idea that girls aren’t as smart as boys. They’re only good for home making and having babies and that girls are weaker than boys. Stop already!

I really think my children’s section is a better and better idea than a gendered boy and girl’s clothes section.

As a young adult, I would have killed for a fitted button down shirt with Shenron the Dragon on it from Dragon Ball Z. But no, that was a boy brand. Hell, if they had something cool from Sailor Moon on a fitted button down I would have taken that too, especially if was Amy, Rei or Lita related. (Forget getting any of the outer senshi on clothes but err, they were more my jam. I took fencing okay.)

Girls want cool things. They want action related things on their clothes. They enjoy science. You know what turns girls off to science. (In fact most kids off to science.) School. (High School Chem was awful.) Give girls and women the ability to have clothes that aren’t 100% pink and purple all the time! Clothes that don’t rely on horrible gender stereotyping because that’s what companies think sells. Give girls options.

(And you know, if the boy wants the pink feather boa, let him have it. For fuck’s sake.)

And this leads to my next bit.

Little bows everywhere.

OMG. When Victoria Secret was doing non underwire, t-shirt bras without bows, I bought like three of them. And I’ve worn one out so badly I had to toss it and I almost cried. They are/were the most comfy things ever and have wonderful support. Okay, shout out done.

Back to little bows. This is almost and I say almost limited to lingerie companies. You go to the store, you’re trying to find a bra and you run across on almost every bra you find either scratchy lace or little tiny ribbon bows. They aren’t there for any sort of function. It takes time to tack those things on so they only add to the cost of the bra. They aren’t even big enough to be noticeable. And they are everywhere. Near the straps, at the middle of your cleavage. They’re lumpy.

“But bows are cute and feminine and girls want cute and feminine undergarments!”

Yeah. Not all women.

And I say that this is mostly limited to lingerie companies but it does sneak into things like shoes and socks and occasionally handbags and jewelry. Little bow jewelry.

I’m not a bow person. Seriously, I put them on my Christmas Tree, but they’re black. They’re nice on the Christmas Tree. They aren’t nice on my person.

Bows are frankly childish. Sure. There are some women who like them. But if they like them, they’re going to be wearing them in a place for them to be seen outside of their regular garments. Okay, I’ll admit that I’m a sucker for shiny things. I buy either completely plain bras or bras with rhinestones. There really is no in between. I’ll even put up with lace to an extent. I don’t like bows. Many women don’t like bows and to tack them on almost every style is obnoxious no matter what brand the bra or underwear is!

Little bows infantilize grown women. “Oh, she’s so cute,” is all well and good when you’re a toddler. Not when you’re an adult. Stop. Just stop. You can make pretty and functional lingerie without putting little bows all over it. Especially if lingerie is supposed to help with the lines of your outfit. You don’t want little lumps!

The fashion industry is a juggernaut. It’s a juggernaut that runs on slim margins and on heavy market research. Women need to speak up. Stop letting celebrities and comedians do the talking for you and let the fashion industry know that we’re serious about not being patronized, infantilized and stereotyped because they want to save a few pennies a garment.

If I had a million dollars, I’d start Moto (my label, check my portfolio) with the intent on trying to capitalize on most of these things. (Sorry, not a lingerie or children’s designer. But you know, that’s what other people are for. Teamwork.) But you know, if I had more than a million dollars I’d be working on a AAA level MMO targeted for girls that also involved fashion.

So, you know, that wish list is kind of big here.

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Sound Advice And Tips With Regard To Sports Medicine

By Gary Kelly

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Sports involve mind and physical games that attract both players and fans alike. Some have actually become renowned players for their magnificent performances. But behind the cheers, jeers and the excitement of every game, almost every sport player experiences accidents and injuries. And because of that, medical practitioners are hired and on standby to ward off any unsightly and perilous situations that might likely occur. Other than first aid medications, some experts also emphasized the importance of sports medicine Russellville. This primarily concerns on the physical fitness and as well as the treatment to players in order to avoid injuries. Mostly provided by specialized doctors, its main goal is to help people at all times. Below are things to learn. Wear comfy clothes and utilize safe and less dangerous equipment. Even if you have eagerness to develop your playing status and become the top player, remember that resorting to risky actions will just lead to danger. Unless your build and muscles have greatly improved and are properly toned, be on the safe side. Consider dealing with the appropriate measures to keep things at bay. Engage on smart training. This simply denotes to a balance and effective training program that is made up of activities, length and the hours to spare on rest. To avoid injuries, sprains and such, strictly follow and obey to the implemented exercises. Avoid dealing with exercises which can otherwise cause pain and twice the amount of energy you typically use. Do not overdo everything. Yes, you want to improve and that is a clear sign of your dedication and diligence to strive. But let us not forget that putting your body on too much strain might lead to serious injuries that might aggravate over time. Make no excuses. You might know your body since its yours, but health specialists know whether you abuse it or not. Proper warm ups. Prior to the start of the start of games, deal with light physical activities such as stretching and sprinting to prepare your bones and become less vulnerable to pain. Bear in mind that a body that has been idle for long without any warm ups might experience serious troubles eventually. On top of that, you might be immediately rushed to hospitals. Always listen to the experts. As a rule of thumb, medical practitioners have more experience, skills and knowledge so its wise for patients to hear them out. When you stubbornly refuse on their requests and sound advice, chances are you might regret your actions later. No matter how much you want your decision to prevail, always be on the safe side to keep things at bay. Pay visit to hospitals should your situation aggravates. Although this is an evident matter, some players still work into things which are otherwise deemed dangerous. In case you feel something bad, never waste time thinking of what to do and consult your doctors immediately. Safety is highlighted as a pivotal thing to everyone. Despite your eagerness to thrive, know when to stop and take things lightly. Your health must be your primary concern.

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