Every morning when I turn on my gas stove, for just an instant that first head-achey whiff sends me right back to a little log cabin in Harvie Heights, Alberta in 1992. The one-room cabin was so old and in need of repair that in some places there were half inch gaps between the logs. I could literally see the heat escaping. We stuffed the spaces with towels and wool socks but to compensate we’d have to turn on the gas oven to keep from freezing. It was my first time away from home. I was nineteen and homesick and broke but I knew why so many people moved out West and never came back. Pictures in textbooks did not do the Rockies justice. In person they were like a holographic Hollywood backdrop; so real they seemed fake. I don’t think there was a day that went by that I didn’t look around in awe. Read more
So there are two types of guys on the either end of the scale. This is universal and cuts across all cultures.
It’s science (cause I say so).
Chechens? I fight them naked– with my junk hanging out to taunt them.
I’ve noticed that most of our blogs tend to focus on women’s fashion. Of course, the biggest reason for this is that most of us who are blogging are women, and women’s fashion is much more pervasive than men’s. I actually just Googled to see if, and where, men’s fashion weeks are held. It looks like Paris, Milan,Vancouver and Singapore hold men’s fashion week (there may be more, I just stopped looking). The point I’m trying to make is that I’m about to blog about men’s fashion. Brace yourselves…
Question: Would John Galt wear Lululemon.
Answer: Yes– because it expresses the highest level of vacuous, self-fellating thinking for people who were born into the kind of cosmic good fortune God would laugh at, if A. it wasn’t so implausible and B. there actually was a God.
What does she…
…have to do with this
When I went out of town to visit family last month I was actually looking forward to taking a little break from writing. I was afraid I was becoming too negative and self-involved and quite frankly, I was sick of myself. I figured I could take a hiatus and my muse would wait patiently for me in the glove box. Unbeknownst to me she got out for a stretch at one of the new and surprisingly clean ‘Eat Here and Get Gas’ pavilions on the 401 and I drove off without her. Even if I had wanted to express myself through the glory of blog, I was living in a series of sad and interchangeable hotel rooms. Hotel rooms are good for many things but unless you’re Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, writing isn’t one of them. I swore off trying to emulate my hero the last time I ate a handful of peyote buttons and wandered off into the hinterlands with a tape recorder and a shotgun. Lesson learned. Don’t ignore your muse for she is a spiteful mistress. Read more
I bought a blouse.
To be more accurate, I bought two.
So what does that mean for me and the project? Before we examine the repercussions of my purchase, let’s go back to the basics:
I was never really much of a shopper, but while working at the mall I had a tendency to acquire clothing at a rate that was shocking to even me. I adore window shopping and I really enjoy looking through shops but I’m too indecisive to actually be a compulsive shopper. I usually go back and look at things a couple of times before I decide if I will pay for them. That being said, I also tended towards clothing that was really plain, with no structure and I rarely tried things on. Casual, thy name is Sarah. I guess I’m maybe the exact opposite of how Jess describes herself in the previous post, in that I prefer to wear shirts and pants to just about everything – my style icons include Katherine Hepburn and Jennifer Connelly circa 1986 (see Labyrinth)
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Alternate title: What Di’s Challenge Has Done to my Shopping Habits
While walking to work yesterday in head to toe Banana Republic, I had some time to think (the BR thing will come up again later). I got to thinking about how Di’s challenge and the documentary have had an impact on my life. You can ask Tim, and he’ll back me up on this, but when I first heard Di was going to do this, I had two reactions. “Wow, that’s quite the challenge to take on” and “there is no way in hell I could do it.” I believe my actual exclamation when Tim asked if I could pull off the challenge was an emphatic “hell no!!!”
BUT that’s not to say that my life hasn’t changed since Di started the challenge in June. For the first couple of months, I barely thought about it, or the implications surrounding it. I was unemployed for the first four months so my usual shopping was curtailed out of necessity. During this time of unemployment, and let’s face it, poverty, I still managed to pull off a trip to New York City to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Met. Yes, I drove to NYC for a fashion exhibit while poor. Responsible decision? No. Something that made me truly happy? Yes. I also had quite a few friends who helped to make it possible as they knew how much I really wanted to go (it was for my birthday too, so that helped). I had been planning the trip for months and couldn’t miss the exhibit.
Watch the news lately? The ‘Occupy Wall Street’ protest and it’s offshoots are finally gaining serious momentum around the world. Our global financial institutions are teetering on the precipice of Epic-Fail Canyon, and Goldman Sachs is still handing out bonuses like demi-pimps handing out coupons in front of the peep-show door. Meanwhile Harper’s mega-prison plans are going ahead full-bore despite conservative Texan judges and social-workers warning that they’ve “been there, done that, didn’t work.”. I don’t know about you, but if capital C Conservatives in Texas think your crime bill is too harsh, it’s probably too harsh. Don’t even get me started on what Harper’s planning with CETA. Hey Somalia! What’s new with you? Pirates? Check. Kidnapped aid workers? Check. Car bombs? Check. Massive famine on an unprecedented scale? Check. Oh yeah Somalia, well guess what? A middle -class Canadian woman stopped buying clothes. Forever? No, just for a year. Yeah, that’s right. A whole year! Hey wait! Where you goin’? Come back! Read more
Terms like ‘Mission Statement’ make me think of Corbin Bernsen from LA Law. Anachronistic I know–but there it is. So for a moment I’d appreciate if you thought of me as some Hugo Boss wearing, Gucci shod, slightly amoral, over-coiffed snake oil salesmen who secretly has your best interests at heart.
Imagine this smarmy looking fucker is me.