Let me start off by saying how sorry I am for that last post… not that I think I was entirely wrong, mind you, but because I might have seemed like I was aiming it exclusively at women and I wasn’t. Also, some people… (okay, they were women, and I am scared to make women angry because I have a rudimentary brain and a strong sense of self-preservation)… now think that I am one of those people who buy into the standards of beauty set by the fashion and cosmetic industries when nothing could be further from the truth.
In short, in my last post, I didn’t say stupid things, but the things I said might have been said stupidly.
My big mistake was using tattoos, mini skirts, skinny jeans and crop tops as examples, because this sounds like I am aiming primarily at women. My other mistake was to try to be funny about a serious subject. But in my defense, that really is what I do around here when I am not busy being just plain silly. I try to get people to talk about things and think about things… sometimes even uncomfortable things… controversial things… and sometimes it works out that we learn things while we laugh.
I in no way meant to imply that any of these fashion decisions can’t or shouldn’t be worn by anyone over any certain age… or weight… I am not a fashion expert. In fact, I have no sense of fashion at all. But now that I am backpedaling furiously in an attempt to save my own saggy and almost nonexistent ass, I am beginning to feel a little defensive because a big part of me thinks that maybe we are so concerned about hurting the feelings of anyone who doesn’t look like a model that we might be passing up a very real and valid point here.
Hey, if you don’t look like a model and you want to wear a mini skirt and crop top and tattoos, more power to you. Society has no right to tell you how to dress or judge you in any way… but the fact is, we are. We say we aren’t… we pretend we aren’t… but we really are.
This might be the first time where I cross a line that gets me hate mail, and I have purposefully written horrible things on my blog to racists, gun nuts, terrorists, the KKK, extremists, reactionary conservatives, people who take any religion too seriously, Dick Cheney and stupid people… all without getting any hate mail…
But I am going to say this and just hope it isn’t one step too far; there is a certain point past which some styles and fashions are doing the wearer a favor. It isn’t my fault that some clothing is designed with some body types in mind. It isn’t my fault that clothes that might flatter one person might not do the same for someone else.
We can all see how this is dangerous ground to walk on. It gets right to the very heart of what honesty is and where it becomes hurtful. Let’s use, as an example, the question asked by so many women over the years; “Does this dress make me look fat?”
If you are overweight and you know it, do you want a real answer if you ask that question? Is it a test of our honesty or our ability to lie convincingly? If you have a friend who has a skin complexion that really doesn’t go with a certain color dress, and she asks you your honest opinion, do you tell he that it is a bad combination or let her go on the date in what you know is an unflattering look? Doesn’t the same need for honesty apply to weight or age?
I think, perhaps, that we have become so conditioned not to pass judgment, not to be mean, that we can’t even really be honest on this subject. I am in no way a sexist. I have two daughters. I love women. I would never intentionally insult or demean someone because of how they look. But if a male friend of mine asks my opinion on what he is wearing, and he tried to squeeze himself into something that makes him look like too much meat in a sausage casing, I am going to tell him.
I think if you are really, brutally honest with yourself, you will admit that you have seen people walking around in outfits that you knew were wrong for them. I might say at this point that I am not a huge fan of mini skirts on anybody because I think it just sends the wrong message. Hey, wear what makes you feel comfortable and attractive by all means. But if you pick an outfit just to get noticed, don’t be surprised if that is what happens.
The same goes with tattoos. What might seem cute or edgy when you are twenty might not garner the same admiration when you become a grandparent. Tramp stamps are called tramp stamps for a reason. They make you look as if you are trying to fit into the lower edge of the classy envelope. If you try to look like you are twenty and you aren’t, people notice. They might not say anything to you, but they do. And once again, doesn’t the same criteria apply to body type?
My other mistake was making it seem like women make more of these bad choices than men do. They don’t. But another sad truth about fashion and style is that men have an easier time of it than women do. That is the only reason my list seems weighted towards women. That and the fact that I was just trying to do a fast and funny little post without thinking too much about it. There are plenty of guys out there sporting the bad comb-over or dressing about two decades out of sync with their age. We have all seen the heavyset guy wearing the t-shirt that is way too short for him. And we all think; “Well, that really isn’t a good look for you.” Is this some inherent cruelty on our part? When you see the old guy driving the convertible muscle car, you can’t help but think ‘mid-life crisis.
I am not picking on people battling weight issues. I am not decrying those who long to feel younger than they actually are. The fashion industry gets paid by making us buy their clothes. And they purposefully put examples of those clothes on people that are by definition what most people find attractive. Those people are called ‘models’. Most of us aren’t models… or we are later models… (ha, see what I did there?)
I didn’t invent the concept of fashion. Hell, I don’t even support it. I wear t-shirts and either shorts or jeans. I wear tennis shoes. I don’t buy designer anything or get expensive haircuts. I don’t drive a fancy car. I own one set of nice clothes for funerals and weddings. I have one tattoo that I got when I was in the Navy when I was 17 because it tells a story.
You will never see me walking around in a midriff muscle shirt. Because I’m old, I’m shy, and I know nobody wants to see that… but mostly because I am honest enough with myself to know that it would be a little ridiculous.
I’m sorry if I stepped on any toes.









OK
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Part of the problem is that we are so darn sensitive these days and take the “politically correct” thing way too far for our own good. It’s good to be somewhat cautious and sensitive to others but you have to consider the source. The fact that you are apologizing and acknowledging that some may have been insulted by it speaks for itself. 🙂
thank you
Whoa- looks like I missed some excitement around here! But I loved this post! So beautifully written and I agree with your point of view. It’s nice to see your long lost buddy is back with you again as well. Have fun 🙂
I always have fun… I just have more fun when all of you are around.
Aww – well that’s what blogging buddies are for, right? Sorry I missed your party…I can’t keep up with posts in my reader anymore – struggling with time.
I hate it when that happens…
I don’t like to fall behind – I try to catch up when I can.
me too
No worries… We all perceive things differently… Try not to judge, but we do… Until we stop and just allow everyone to experience life as they want to… It all doesn’t really matter… Just part of the human game… Until we step out of it and realize people only hurt themselves, not others…. Great post and comments by the
Way… Barbara
way… no way… HA!
Thanks. I am not really taking a side on this issue so much as trying to get people to discuss it honestly.
I don’t know why you apologize. Short skirts, crop tops, and tattoos just don’t look too good on old people, whether male or female.
I panicked because women were growling
I read the comments on that post, but I thought it was my cat making these noises.
I am not touching that one
Yeah, I think we’re heading for another apology post here.
I am going to let things cool down.
Please refer any hate mail to ***COMMENT HERE**** post.
HA… I love you man…
Thank you. I think there is way too little hate mail within its 43000 comments.
I feel almost the same way
Where I work,.people come to work in flip flops, dresses that leave NOTHING to the imagination, and underwear. The guys have better decency. If that sounds bad, so be it.
clothes are a strange invention
I think we all have the right to be entitled to our own opinion. If people believe something only looks good on youth, they shouldn’t take that offensively. You’re just speaking your mind. If we all believed and thought the same thing, life would be boring. So just because a person has a different way of seeing things doesn’t mean they should hang for it. That’s the beauty of human nature.
And if you can’t be honest with society and agree that he makes some really great points. I wouldn’t want to see a 45 year old in a mini skirt. That’s inappropriate. There’s a time and an age for everything. Be youthful in a more eccentric way.
If you can’t be hones with society and agree the makes some really great points, you’re acting delusional.*
I occasionally act delusional, but it is just an act… ha!
Youthful in a more eccentric way… that is a beautiful idea.
I have to say, I’m finding this amusing… go away for a little while and the poop hits the radiator. Shtinky.
Yeah stop that!
The coming back part? How I weep! D’Art, D’Art, gimme some love hommie!
No stop going away. It’s not the same without Trendy Trent Rappa Lewin around!
You too kind. But you’re Canuck, so it’s in your blood. though I think you’re extra-special Canuck.
Awww shucks *Kicks the dirt*
that is ice and snow not dirt… you can tell by the color
Possibly
I have to fold laundry now
Aha!
wheeeeeeeee
yeah, we ain’t got time for that politeness crap… we are Americans!
you tell him
I did!
yup
Three kids yo! They keep me hopping.
Well they are good reason to be away. They kind of have to come first.
Always, yeah.
That a good thing. 😀
it better be
I wish I could get my grammar right!
I wish I could get my grandma right
What’s wrong with her?
nothing… I mean, none of them are still alive, but other than that
Oh sorry
you didn’t do it… ha
Well true. All mine are gone too. My two Grandfathers died when I was 7 in the same month.
that sucks
It really did. The one was away for a month in Florida. He told my grandmother he didn’t feel well. A couple hours later he was gone. Heart attack. They had to fly him home.
sorry
Thanks. The positive note is he never suffered.
that is good to know
eh
kids are so freekin’ selfish
Aha but you love them
I do
He’s the Easter bunny
I will stick in you like a dart
D’Art, D’Art, D’Art. What kind of family blog is this???
the sticky kind
ha
who are you and how did you get in here… this is a secure area…
Well, I have to say that I streaked the entire way in. One glimpse of my prodigious manhood apparently sent the minions scurrying… training’s been lax, the feed supply highly questionable… it’s obviously time for… The Lone Minion!
Just move the mask down to your naughty bits
You missed a ton of stinky stuff, Trend!
I know dude… I have to get catching up on all my faves, like you.
but I still have the best stinky stuff…
What’s with the stinky stuff??
somebody else brought it up
You’re back?
your front
Hope so, Jaded, but I never know anymore. Work’s a bit overwhelming, time keeps running out. But it’s gotta get better. How’re you doing? Posted anything lately on Matticus’ blog? I gotta get over there and check out what he’s been doing too.
it’s all about priorities,,,
I like when you get serious with stuff. You make a lot of sense.
well don’t tell anybody else… let them figure it out for themselves… but thanks
Ha it was really good. Even my Hubby liked it and he’s not much blogging. Keep doing that!
yay… tell Lurch I said hi… ha… wait… don’t tell him I said that…
Ahaha I’m so going to tell him!
well then, I’m doomed
He had a good laugh. He knows you’re tall too.
phew
You’re safe!
unless my post upsets too many women
Masta Z in the house, giving d’Art (his new name, by the way) some props. Mad skills yo. Peace. Out. Sista.
No I know I know you…;-)
Yo Masta Z. Missed you.
Feeling’s mutual! Everythang good?
Shpectacular…. although I never sleep anymore and work is killin me. I should go to uni and teach, that would be the life. But it’s all good. How’re you Masta Z?
Oh wow sounds a little rough! Yes teach that would be good. Start with Arthur! 😉 Doing alright Rappa
hey now… I know stuff… I ain’t entirely ignant
I know!
yeah you do
Good yo. Now let’s keep it real. This is D’Art we’re talking about now.
Yes help him. 😉
Word
word… press…
ha
another word
I am all about the real
go to uni-tard
don’t mind me
We won’t!
see that… wait…
…ooo000ooo…
sigh
Sorry D’Art.
that’s D’artangnion
Backpedal with a side of back flip!
You do make some good points – and seriously, I’m not mad. I’m the first to admit that not a one of us doesn’t judge books by covers. Human bodies are on Rev. 1, it IS how the species gets the cue to procreate. We all likey the pretty, unfortunately, all of us gotta have all those birthdays!
There are fashions that don’t belong on any bodies. Leggings. Bad in the 90’s, bad now. Jeans hanging off your arse. Seriously?!! Pajamas as University / College uniform. Speaking of “prison jeans”… how’s a girl to know what the goods are in those sad sack jeans of today? Give me 80’s boy Levi’s any day! I
Sidebar: Tramp stamp is a name that should be obliterated off the planet – it is so-o-o- o judgemental. It is a “lower back” tattoo and is not indicative of a person’s line of work. 😉
I like the way you think, I think…
I have done a few posts on why sagging jeans are stupid and how we can make young guys stop wearing them…
Leggings were a bad idea…
Sorry about perpetuation the stereotype of the lower back tattoo… I am actually a fan of tattoos, but that is just such a clever name for those ones that make it look like you are always wearing a thong!
Eep! Another hideous invention… might as well go “commando” IMHO. I love body art though… I really hope Trent keeps it to bragging!!
(amazing the polarized opinions tattoos elicit – like “stars on thars”)
tattoos have historical credibility
I’m not ashamed to say it. I got me an Art tat on my lower back. It’s wearing a moustache and occasionally it talks to me… man I missed this place. I’m bringing the love y’all!
too bad I am so far down on your ‘lower’ back that a person other than myself might think you were trying to tell me something
Your tat is, quite frankly, somewhat indistinguishable from the thick matting of jungle growth…
I think you mean my taint… ha
Ohhhh no, I forgot, I’ll be fifty on Thursday and I don’t have any pink & blue curlers or even one single moo moo. Better hang up my skinny jeans, sand off my tramp stamp and go shopping for age appropriate clothing now. At least I won’t need undies or bras anymore and can now go shopping at the Walmart in my house slippers. There are perks to aging
you aren’t going to cut me any slack at all here, are you?
You don’t need any slack, someone needs to shorten that rope before ya hang yourself or the squirrels get all in a tangle or some such. Did you drink your ensure this morning? Low protein can make old folks do really weird things ya know?
ha… and hey now… and sigh… and get off my lawn…
Sorry, leaving.. I know I’ll regret this in the morning.
If I had a dime for every time a woman used those words to me…
Then you’d have ten cents more than I do for the same thing?
ha
Duuude… please display said tramp stamp. And what are you gonna do with your undies? D’Art’s blog gone and turned into a house of squalor, yo.
LOL I have no tramp stamp so it will be easy to get rid of and I’m just torturing Art more than a little bit. You have to go back and read his previous completely innocent post that I hijacked as a joke and uh ohhhh things got serious. Poor Art…
Yeah I read it… I really pick my spots for an entrance, but I have to say, I find this series of posts rather delicious. Keep er up. But you really need to start calling him D’Art. I think he’s French.
Awwww so that’s why it’s so much fun to tease him.
we needed you for our comment post reunion… did you see the new number?
OOOPs I think this was for Art and you meant to say how very much you had missed him and how happy you are he’s back…. right?
…
I use my tongue a lot
The mind boggles. The rest follows.
The mind blogs, the rest follows
we should make thong underwear that looks like tram stamps…
You need to get out more… they already did that
I don’t like it outside
but I think they made tattoos that look like thongs, not the other way around
Ha ha that’s even better, saves on laundry and stuff
uh…
We can get a law passed that they all have to be sanded off when they hit thirty, OK??
with laser sand
Yep, that would do it.
ought to
this is a high class establishment of the oldest profession… namely; humor blog…
Keep it smutty yo.
that too
Nice back peddling. 😉
I am so tired
It’s better than his front peddling, trust me.
no… it isn’t
Um, I hate to say this, but I almost have to. There is, in the hallowed traditions of WordPress infamy, a blogging vocabulary that has been refined over time and experience to one singular moment, not unlike a space-time anomaly that sucks in everything that it encounters. We call this “schmack!”.
YOU call it that… nobody else does
If I make a joke here that would be really bad right? Ummmmm pretty sure I did enough damage with my last comment so I will keep my mouth shut on this one. Maybe… sometimes… wow, look at the time. I hear a t-shirt press calling me and graphics waiting to be tormented.
did you see the post I did about the t-shirts I designed with all my aliens on them?
Maybeeeee and maybe they’re becoming something else even as you type.
I hate it when that happens