When autumn comes, I always have mixed feelings. It means that cooler (and often drearier) weather is on the way. On the other hand…hosiery! Some of my latest finds:
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For all intents and purposes, I have become an expert in the Chinese teenager. (I may obsess about shoes and The Bachelor, but I really am a serious professional.) I was thinking about how weird this is the other day when I was giving yet another talk on the subject. I’m a 30-something liberal-arts graduate from Newfoundland by way of New England; I thought I was going to grow up to be Sylvia Plath. Instead, I write about culture shock and generational change and the repercussions of the one-child policy.
Wu Zhuan and Zong Yinghong don’t wear wedding rings, nor do they hold hands or kiss in public. Instead, it is their matching turquoise shirts decorated with yellow and black hearts that signal that they are man and wife….
“We want everyone to envy us,” said Mr. Wu, a 32-year-old forestry and conservation consultant, sitting next to his identically dressed spouse.
I’d like to say that I’d feel differently if I dated a fashionista (what’s the masculine equivalent — a fashionisti?). But I don’t think I can get behind coordinating clothing choices.
I dunno, but if my job was to be on television, I might pause to ask if my red-carpet dress would translate to photographs or the small screen. Or, if you know, my skeletal chest would so distract viewers that they could not pay attention to a single word I was saying…
I wear skirts almost every day of…forever. I barely own any pants. Indeed, most of the “pants” I own are running tights and yoga pants. And I still really don’t understand the phenomenon of running skirts. Like this writer, I’m always baffled when I see women at races in the skirts. They seem awkward. I don’t understand the point of trying to look cute when you’re just going to get sweaty and gross. And I don’t think they’re particularly cute in the first place.
I run in heels, but I can’t see the point of running in a running skirt.
One time not so long ago I was flying to the West Coast when the airline lost my luggage. Yeah, they located it about 36 hours after I landed, but in the interim, I had to attend a full day of a professional conference, plus cocktails and a restaurant dinner. But I was okay because I always pack a toothbrush, mascara, and fresh underwear in my carry-on, and also because I never dress like a slob on an airplane. I’m not going to say that my travel outfit is the most stylish in my closet (it’s not), but it’s tried and true:
- a black cotton v-neck dress from Zara that has the benefit of both a plunging neckline and the ability to be slept in;
- a generous pashima that I picked up in India that 1. can hide the plunging neckline, 2. doubles as a blanket on cheapo carriers, and 3. is pretty;
- black cotton tights that are always a necessity on chilly flights but can be stripped off and stuffed in a suitcase in a tropical destination;
- suede booties that are chic and can be kicked off at security and under the seat;
- and cute jewelry.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to look better-than on an airplane and have the flight attendants compliment your shoes. And it’s precious to believe that you’ll get an upgrade for it. But isn’t the ability to go to work or dinner or an interview more valuable?
I’m sorry, New York Times, but I’m failing to see exactly how most of these companies are exactly de-sexing their underwear ads. Yeah, we’re talking four-packs instead of six, a dusting of chest hair, and a general lack of lack of oiled-up torsos, but it’s not like we’ve tried to reproduce, say, the Dove ads for men’s boxer briefs.
A new French study finds that brassieres do little good: “Medically, physiologically, anatomically – breasts gain no benefit from being denied gravity.”
But before you go out and burn your bra, I’ve got to ask: How was this study conduct? Because my observation is that women who opt to forgo a bra tend to be those who can get away with not wearing a bra. Whereas I’ve known full-figured friends to wear their bras to bed (Carrie Bradshaw is a small-breasted exception here).
I am not a Star Trek fan, but I have a soft spot for Trekkies, possibly because I am a closet nerd and probably because I love the irrepressibly cheesy William Shatner. So, I always keep my eye out for Star Trek news…like the fact that the hot new thing in Shanghai is to dress up like a character from Deep Space Nine.
What? you say. Star Trek in China? I didn’t know they’d translated the reruns to Mandarin!
Actually, it turns out that what’s popular is Star Trek fashion, which, if anything, is even more amusing. An American living there and a visiting friend took advantage of the quick and inexpensive tailors to have uniforms made. When they came to pick them up, he writes, he noticed several other similar jackets — it seems that people coming into the tailor’s shop were so taken, they ordered their own versions on the spot, often with embellishments like matching pockets and crazy colours. “It dawned on me,” he says, “they thought of these cashmere jackets as an edgy fashion statement, not nerd strength lady repellent. My Star Trek uniform…was cool.”
Seriously, don’t you love the idea of throngs of Shanghai-ers dressing like Spock or Worf?
If you’ve ever agonised over a haircut, just think what would happen if you lived in North Korea. There, women can choose from one of just 18 hair styles, while men have 10 options. All are supposed to ward off the “corrupting effects of capitalism.” And while I believe in the power of a good trim, that seems like a lot to ask.
Interestingly, I note that none of the multi-hued ‘dos favoured over the years by basketball star-cum-diplomatic envoy Dennis Rodman made the, er, cut.