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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
The Only Look You Can Rock, SometimesOver at Flesh's place, they're talking about the Emo look. Someone said Emo boys look cool but Emo girls look like Where's Waldo. I said I thought the Emo girls' traditional garb was retro dresses. But I could be wrong.
I love the hipster (Emo?) girls who wear retro dresses and chunky shoes, who dye their hair black and have eyeglass frames to match. I wish *I* could dress like that. But I can't, because it's really hard to find enough retro clothes that fit to last me through the weeks. Having tried, I know.
Better than the hipster girl look, I love the anime girl look. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd wear short skirts with long socks and put my hair up in long pigtails with chrysanthemum or maribou ornamentation. Or I'd just wear schoolgirl plaid, day in and out, with big, mean platform boots and geometrically painted eyes, so that perverts would be scared to harass me on the subway.
But I can't do that. I'm too big. I'm big and round, like grapes.
The only look I can efficiently rock is "ghetto fabulous", it seems. If I want my pants to get mamacita tight, all I need to do is have a bagel for breakfast. My natural nails are already long - all I need to do is glue on the rhinestones I happen to have in my vanity drawer.
Something compels me to rim my eyes with catty darkness. Because I work for a corporation, I restrict the Cleopatra liner to dark brown or gray instead of the black ink I wore in high school.
All my earrings are hoops. I force myself to keep them small. The big ones are hidden in the bottom of the box. And I want them to grow even bigger.
You can't fight your roots, maybe. My hair is walking the line between "dramatic highlights" and "tacky-ass peroxide job." And I love it, roots and all.
In another life, I will be a Sailor Moon. In the life after that, I'll be Lisa Loeb. After that, I'll switch to Lesbian retro-cowgirl, then the reincarnation of Jackie O.
Until then, I'll work with what I've got. Happily. Unless, of course, they start making school uniforms in my size... 9:20 AM #
Comments:
so does EMO stand for something, or an acronym? it's my age group (and i'm surrounded by them in san francisco) but i haven't a clue! i went into hip hop, outlaw country, jazz/blues and bluegrass instead.EMO boys are really unattractive to me; the tight jeans and sweatshirts? and spikey belts? nope.
heh.
# posted by
pooja* : 2:41 PM
Urban Dictionary definitions:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=emo
Apparently it's short for emotional and describes a subgenre of punk music that emerged in the '80s, as well as the people who listen to it. Someone said emo has evolved to current day and that Weezer is an example.
# posted by
Gwen : 2:56 PM
Yeah, I'm not a fan of the spikey belts either, that's too punk for me. But, to each their own.
I TOTALLY don't see why you can't wear the Emo-indie-hipster garb if you want to! I definately don't have the anorexic-thinness required of emo-boys but I choose to think of that as 'Optional'. Besides who needs an eating-disorder when I have Emo in my heart?
There's an entire industry devoted to 'retro' clothing now, there's gotta be stuff that lasts!
When I was younger I definately wanted to be Sailor Venus, I thought she has the kickiest outfit around. Okay, I still do. But with Buddy Holly glasses.
# posted by
Rob Danger : 2:57 PM
Gwen
I think you should rock the school-girl look. They totally have that stuff at Torrid.
# posted by
Sarah : 4:27 PM
Flesh: It's just coz it's hard to find the good stuff in my size.
Sarah: Jesus. You are so right. I'm gonna do it.
Did I forget to mention that I think Tad (boyfriend) secretly gets off on the ghetto fabulous look? He's coming out to me with his ghetto predilections...
# posted by
Gwen : 5:50 PM
I went through the slutty school girl "phase" every year I was in Catlick school. And by phase I mean experience. It was the kilt -- I felt like a sexy hoor in it.
(Disclaimer: I was a virgin until my first year at uni, when I started rocking the cock like a sex-starved chinchilla)
# posted by
n.v. : 6:04 PM
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