Clothes

The Good, The Bad, and the Aerie

For those of you who don’t know, Aerie is a store for teenagers and young adults that sells primarily bras and panties, as well as really comfy, nice pajamas. Aerie is an offshoot/subsidiary/child of American Eagle. Their customers are almost entirely young women (including me !!!) and their ads are entirely targeted toward young women and girls. Their most recent ad campaign is the This girl has not been retouched campaign. And I have to say, I’m liking it a lot so far.

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Stand Up

I should stand up for you
In that stupid irrelevant English class
I should explain and aid your argument when
Those who have never felt the need to escape
Say that you’re stupid for even bothering to talk about how suicide is romanticized
Because they couldn’t ever understand why it even matters

And I should speak up
When they make fun of your technicolor hair
(Which, by the way, is fucking awesome)
And I should say something to them
When they ask why you dress the way you do
I should make them understand

And I should cry out
When they call you “she” instead of “he”
When they call you by the dirty name you got at birth
Instead of the beautiful one you chose for yourself
Yes, I know I should stand up

And I should get over my stupid fear
Of not being liked because
My anxieties over the way people see me couldn’t possibly be
Anything compared to yours
And I should declare my allegiance and
Share my love and
I should stand up

And my hope is that in
Some other life you’ll
Be able to forgive me for
Staying silent and sitting down and
Leaving you
To stand up alone

Teenage Flirting (Part 1: Is it really harassment?)

If there’s one truth in this world, it is this: The majority of teenagers are really really horny, and most are more than happy to engage their urges and mess around with someone else. Flirting is, for the most part, pretty natural and usually harmless. But at what point is flirting seen as harassment? (and, conversely, when can harassment be seen as flirting?) There are plenty of girls I know who feel powerful due to the boys who make stupid passes at them—and other girls who just feel like shit because members of the opposite sex won’t leave them alone.

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“I Deserve to be Raped” Signal Boost

So, I was on tumblr last night scrolling through my dash when I came across this video. I found it to be really powerful and an excellent (if a bit ranty) social commentary, and I consider this video to be a very important story.

There is a massive trigger warning for this video concerning sexual abuse, slut-shaming, and rape, so please watch at your own risk.

(there are no disturbing images or visuals in this video, it’s just her talking into the camera)

I am absolutely disgusted by the things people are posting in the comments of this video, which again could potentially be triggering so I am not going to post them here. If you want to subject yourself to the awful, misogynistic vitriol some of these bastards are spewing from their keyboards, then you can go and do that yourself.

Women in Combat (part 2)

One of the issues raised by the people who are against women being in the military is that women in the military are “cross-dressers,” wearing clothes traditionally worn by men.

And to that I say: seriously?

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The Fashion of Vulnerability

Yesterday, I went to the mall with a couple of my friends. We shopped for a little while and then went to see Catching Fire (greatest movie ever, oh my goodness). While we were there, I bought a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

When I met my friends there, I was feeling a little self-conscious–I was in a pair of jeans, boots, and a sweatshirt with my hair up. When I saw them, I felt relieved. Laurie had her hair up in a messy bun and was wearing an outfit similar to mine, and Anne had just come from dance so her hair was also a disaster, and she was wearing a pair of spandex leggings. We were all appropriately comfy and ready for a chill day of buying Christmas presents.

“Guys, I’m so sorry,” Laurie said jokingly when I saw her. “I probably look like crap today, sorry you have to be seen with me.”

“Oh,” I said, laughing, “me and Anne look awful too.”

And it got me thinking–why did we look awful? We just wanted to be comfortable for a day where we’d be constantly on our feet, why was that so bad? What’s wrong with sweats and a hoodie, anyways?

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