I think “she’s” a chick. Maybe.
Just a thought to share with the purveyors of apparel and fashion designers out there:
The average woman who buys your wares is NOT completely flat chested, is NOT 6’2″, is NOT 100# or less, and does NOT wear a size 2. Many thirteen year old BOYS fall into those categories (of being flat-chested, tall, and super thin), and I understand that many men called to the fashion industry aren’t exactly straight, but please, remember who your customers are.
Just because that dress might look good on a thirteen year old boy, (or on my 24 year old who’s about 6’1″ and maybe 140..but don’t get any ideas, because he doesn’t swing that way) that doesn’t translate into looking good on the average 40-something cougar with a body ravaged by time and stress and childbirth.
Here’s what real women look like. Heads up, boys. Meaning “boys,” as in “Boy” George, I presume.
The average woman who buys your wares DOES have these things springing from her chest area called breasts, otherwise known as tits, fun jugs, bazongas, hooters, and/or boobs. Those of us with rather large things springing from our chests need to wear an item of clothing known as a BRA, not as a decoration, but as a functional support device, preferably one with suitably wide straps so as not to leave divots in our shoulders, to keep those things from hitting our knees as we perform our daily functions.
This being said, sleeveless garments of any type are generally not acceptable for the meaty-armed set unless they look good worn with a t-shirt underneath. Please try to bear this in mind when designing and marketing clothing for and to us.
Notice how pencil-thin her arms are? This woman has never unloaded trucks, manhandled unruly toddlers, or even picked up something as light as say… a fork!
Also, dresses should come in lengths other than “just below the butt-crack” and “3” past the feet.” Either I buy a dress that is so short I have to wear leggings or tights with it or give the general public a free show that they really don’t want, or I end up chopping and hemming just to keep from stepping all over the son of a bitch. I’m 5’4″, dammit. Neither extreme is a good one, boys. How about a dress that hits me just below the knee? No butt-crack exposure, and no tripping over it. That would be nice.
Now, how about something like this in a size 12- that doesn’t drag the floor?
My grandmother made a lot of her own clothes. She was a far more accomplished seamstress than I am, although I can do the basics. I have two of the dresses she made for herself back in the 1950’s, which fit me relatively well, even though she had a bit more ample chest than me and I’m a bit taller than she was. I don’t have time to make my own clothes, and I don’t have a sewing machine (that was one of Grandma’s things that my oldest sister- who has never sewn- made off with before Dad could hide it.) Otherwise I would. At least I could have dresses made to the proper length, with sleeves, and with enough shoulder and boob room. In a perfect world… all the clothes would have been made in the 1940s.
Not just dresses, HATS! I love hats- and I’m not afraid to wear them!
Steve-o has always displayed the propensity for wisdom beyond his years.
Yesterday he pointed out to me that persistence isn’t always a virtue. Sometimes persistence is the manifestation of obstinate and perverse stupidity. Of course, his perspective on persistence and vexation is colored by being the father of a three year old. Sometimes it takes her (my three year old granddaughter) awhile to realize that throwing fits and screaming will fail to achieve the results she wants. In the three year old’s defense, she’s not stupid. She is beginning to understand when “no” means “no” and when it is unwise to push the issue. That’s a skill that a few more adults need to get- before I throttle them.
Oh, yes, it does.
If I tell you that I can’t get you something, it’s because I can’t get it for you. It’s not because I don’t want to. It’s not because I haven’t tried. It’s because what you want isn’t available for me to get. Get it through your skull. If you feel it necessary to keep ordering the same thing I’ve already told you myriad times is not available, discontinued or otherwise non-existent on Planet Earth, your persistence in requesting the impossible has become a form of stupidity.
So what is the definition of stupidity, friends? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
At least my offspring has a clue.