Fashion

Ok I'm totally ticked off. I just wrote the most wonderfull post only for it to be lost in cyberspace. Grrrrr. Well I will do my best to re-create it. Fashion. Perhaps one of the worst of human plauges. It controls, manipulates, shames, objectifies. A few special people have learned to control the beast of worry over fashion. I am not one of them. Ever sinse I was 5 and a girl in my class told me that my clothes looked funny I have worried (sometimes obsessively) over what I am going to wear. For example; right now I am wearing a short black pencil skirt, a rust-colored baby-doll style sweater, brown tights, tan socks, small leather boots (vintige, I <3>Fashion is broken and good for nothing, it's time to bin it. Is it worthless? After all God din't create man with clothes on. Thanks Eve, for the headache. I certainly agree with Ayn Rand when he said, "There is a level of cowardice lower than the conformist: the fashionable non-conformist." Egads! Socioty even has a label and brandname for the "non-conformist." I mean look at stores like Hot Topic. Oh the irony of it all. However Coco Chanel said, "Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. It is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening." This would suggest two deffinitions of fashion. The fashion of the day: what is advertized, marketed, idealized, and common. Or the fashion of the moment: the pidgions on the electrical line, the rain through the window, or the dust on the bookshelf all caught up in a person's mind and rendered as a work of art in cloth. So what am I going to do with my fashion problem you might ask. Well who wouldn't want to be a piece of sky for the day?