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Friday, November 4, 2011

Friday Tabulousity.

I swear, one of these days I'm going to catch up on my Reader and have some AWESOME for you that you've probably already seen but that's okay.

First off, old effing news, but this video? Is just awesome. Tattoos done right (I have long since wanted a chest piece in Italian) great choreography without being too contrived, I just love it. Except Pantsuit Girl. She did not get the Torn Prom Dress Memo and she looks awkward for it.



Here is a great example of thinking sociologically and exploring the big picture by questioning everything you hear and how frighteningly often the media distorts facts to suit their own agenda. Also, if you never thought women could be misogynistic, you'd be wrong.

I just think this is a fun infographic. See above sociological thinking and my penchant for it.

Still on sociology, I am (a) proud Ohio students came up with this campaign (b) impressed with the execution and (c) have my own story about a lesser version of it.

Before we went to my friend's Halloween party this past weekend, I had to stop and buy a wig to get the right effect. I thought nothing of entering the store other than I was on a very tight schedule, and I headed right to the accessories part.

The store was super crowded of all kinds of people, and I wove through the stagnant standers and impatient parents quite easily because retail, I know how you work and how to work you a little.

So I'm in the back looking at the wigs, trying to find an Ariel wig that would fit my midget head (I ended up with a child's sized one, which since my hair is short was perfect) when I noticed some people of younger age, meaning anywhere from middle school to possibly my age, giggling while looking at me and the wigs. 

Now I did have bright red lipstick and some serious eye make up on, but you know, not actually that different than you might see at a club on a weekend. THIS WAS A SATURDAY, and also, you know, the WEEKEND BEFORE HALLOWEEN. You're bound to see people in unusual make-up, and who are they to know that I don't walk around like that all the time?

Whatever.

So I'm scanning for a legit Ariel wig and it's driving me closer to them. I'm only looking at them out of my peripheral vision because they seem like people I don't want to deal with immediately and I'm on a mission and can't be bothered with social graces like acknowledging their jeers and stares and I see one of them has a wig package in their hands and keeps motioning to me.

As I approach to be almost next to them, still scanning the giant wall of fake hair, they chuck the package into the general fray of the shelf below the wigs as they take off like they suddenly have better things to do, which riles my inner retail employee right up. I bend down quickly to put it back because, seriously, when I take a good look at it.

It had a stupid title like Punk Princess or something, but the wig was a choppy black sort-of pixie cut ... with purple streaks. Basically a caricaturized version of my very head that I walk around with every day in real life.

And I had this brief moment where it dawned on me that my life, my style, my self-expression, is nothing more than cheap Halloween fodder for someone. And I was really disenfranchised there for a minute realizing that they were either making fun of me for having that hair in real life or were trying to figure out if I was in costume or not.

It made a little knot form in my stomach that I haven't felt in a really long time.

So while not my heritage or racial status, my appearance is still my (self-appropriated) culture and to feel reduced to a joke or parody of myself is just unsettling at best. Of course looking like this is my choice and I have the ability to exercise my privilege to erase any indicators of this lifestyle whereas others don't have that option, and I'm in no way trying to demean their plight by adding myself to the mix.

I'm just saying that there for a minute, the little girl who was mercilessly bullied most of her life by most everyone she knew crumpled inside and it caught my breath and forced me to regain composure I didn't know I carried around with me all the time.

So next year, if you're someone apt to be concerned about handing out peanut-free candy or sugar-free candy so that no one feels othered, perhaps you should also take a double look at the costumes you and yours are wearing and see if they might be offensive or a misappropriation of someone else's very personal beliefs, rituals, and culture.

And that's the end of that rant. 

Don't forget it's NaBloPoMo so I'll be here tomorrow with ... something. Suggestions?


NaBloPoMo 2011

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