Looking the Part: Social Status Cues Shape Race Perception.
“It is commonly believed that race is perceived through another’s facial features, such as skin color. In the present research, we demonstrate that cues to social status that often surround a face systematically change the perception of its race. Participants categorized the race of faces that varied along White–Black morph continua and that were presented with high-status or low-status attire. Low-status attire increased the likelihood of categorization as Black, whereas high-status attire increased the likelihood of categorization as White; and this influence grew stronger as race became more ambiguous (Experiment 1).”*
So–clothing does make the man…poor and black or rich and white. Here’s my response to what I think is an overt over emphasis on things like clothing choices and someone’s ‘sense of style.’ Here’s why I hate Anna Wintour and all she represents. Read more
In the last two weeks I found myself in the company of two men largely responsible for shaping the way we dress in the last 30 plus years. Well, not literally in their company, but in the realm of their senses so to speak. I will admit I was only academically interested in both JeanPaul Gaultier and Bill Cunningham prior to witnessing their work, figuring at the very least, it would be good for the doc and the blog. I certainly didn’t expect to be as moved as I was seeing as I don’t quite understand why fashion is so fundamentally important to some people. Before this challenge I would buy clothes for many reasons, and I still enjoy dressing well but I find some people’s level of commitment to a certain designer or style bordering on ridiculous. The world is spinning in a perpetual catastrafuck: wars, terrorism, depression, environmental and natural disasters, disease, hunger, racism, religious persecution, and female subjugation kind of makes the debate on the length of this season’s hemlines almost criminal in it’s frivolity. Then I see a film like ‘Bill Cunningham New York’ or designer Jean-Paul Gaultier’s retrospective at Montreal’s Musee des Beaux Arts and I can begin to understand where this kind of unbridled enthusiasm for fashion comes from. Read more
According to my Mum – who is obviously biased – I was a beautiful baby, but an unattractive child. She actually tells people that and always mentions how much it worried her for my future. I had almost no hair and I was tall and abnormally skinny and prone to walking into stuff and over stuff and off of things and out of things which meant I was usually covered in scabs and angry bruises. Nobody called Child Services because in my small town my family was notoriously klutzy to the point where we had our own VIP waiting room in the ER. Maybe it’s genetics or just a lifetime of sustaining injuries , but I have a ridiculously high pain threshold. When my pain-management doctor told me I had an impressive pain tolerance I said “Thank you.” He stared at me for a couple of seconds before saying, ‘It’s not a compliment.” Read more
As a screenwriter and a woman (not necessarily in that order) I have always found romantic comedies inane at best and emotionally damaging at least. This fun little article is actually pretty astute in it’s assertions. Oh, and make sure you watch the ‘clumsy rom-com heroine’ montage.
Things have been getting pretty heavy in here recently, not that I’m complaining, but in the interest of levity I’m going to be completely superficial (who, moi?) and kick things up a notch. High. HIGHER! Straighten up people! Feels good, right?
And now a word or two about posture.
I’ll admit I’m not an expert on this subject or most subjects, to be honest. Maybe ‘Random Jeff Bridges facts no one (even Jeff Bridges) needs to know’, or ‘Obscure Saturday Night Live references circa 1983-2000′ are topics more in my wheelhouse but I’ll give it the old college try. I do have a couple of points of reference that distinguish my opinion; I was diagnosed with scoliosis at the age of eleven and I spent almost 4 months in a back brace after a spinal fracture in 2005. I may not have a degree, but neither does Dr.Dre and don’t nobody front to him, Mother Effers!…or something of that nature so just indulge me okay? Read more
Now I’m totally pissed. Here’s part of the reason why:
Dov is a great executive director and American Industrialist, but there are hundreds of other decision-makers in our company, over half of whom are women. I suppose you have read a few too many negative pieces about us that have helped to form your opinion of who we are and what we stand for, and perhaps this has clouded your ability to give us a chance. Read more
So, here’s something I’ve learned between the time I wrote the last blog and this one. I have an integrity crush on Nancy Upton. Woman be killing me with kindness.
After I wrote the initial part of this (which you’ll just have to go back and read– I don’t even know how to thumbnail it) two-parter, I sent it to Nancy in the hope that she might respond and I could include that response in this blog. Well, Miss-Smarter-Than-I-Am thought it made more sense to wait until she could see how deep a hole I could dig before adding her two cents. Which seems kind of…smart, actually. So, on with the show.
The one thing I’m happy to repeat is the impetus for this particular screed came from a remarkably clever and provocative set of pictures Nancy and her friend Shannon produced. The reason they did this was as a response to a totally douchetastic ad American Apparel produced– ostensibly searching for ‘plus-sized’ models. I’ll give you a taste but you really have to see the whole shoot@ (extrawiggleroom.tumblr.com) Read more
Di is a clever and malevolent creature. She ‘suggested’ that I have a look at a tumblr page by this woman, Nancy Upton. Tell me what you think, Di says… maybe there is a blog in it.
CAN o’ WORMS.
American Apparel, whom seems to me the sleaziest bunch in a fundamentally sleaze-tilted industry, had initiated a search for a plus sized model that could only be described as unambiguously condescending. Ms.Upton found both the premise and it’s wording denigrating, to say the least. So she decided, with the help of a very talented photographer (Shannon Skloss), to construct a pretty brilliant piece of visual satire at the expense of American Apparel and sent it in as an ‘entry’. (You can find the pictures and a much more comprehensive description of her adventure @extrawiggleroom.tumblr.com) As she was completely disinterested in winning the competition and only sent the pictures as a kind of elegant fuck you to American Apparel, I have to say I dig her style. And you should check it out because these are pretty artful. They got some layers as Di and I enjoy saying (probably far too much). Read more
Alternate Title: How I Want to Shop.
When I began the challenge, I have to admit it was on a lark. I thought I could contribute to the ordeal (too harsh?) and show Di some solidarity by participating with her, though with the luxury of not being on camera.
I wanted to show Tim that I could successfully cease to buy new clothes. That was the easy part. The accessories, purses and shoes are a little more difficult for me. This is mostly because I prefer to window shop. I really enjoy looking at new clothes and on the lucky and rare occasion, I might see something really worth trying on. Usually it is something that I cannot afford anyway, and therefore I rarely purchase.
Working in a shopping mall, you tend to bond with the other employees in your neighbourhood. In my case, it was the staff at Le Chateau and The Gap. My shop has (in peak season) a staff of about sixteen women, and in the early months of my employment, about six of us shopped regularly at The Gap – our regular forays into the mall also meant that we had a constant stream of other staff giving us coupons for discounts and “friends and family” events. It also meant that there was an almost constant dialogue in the store about where the sales were happening and who found the best deals. We helped each other shop. Read more