Neglect

Oh. Em. Ef. Gee.

Sorry for the unintentional lie. Friends?

The fashion front has been dismal this week. That could be due to the fact that I wasn't really able to pay close attention.

Some highlights:

Wednesday:

Gaby in an olive cable-knit dress. Very cute.

Thursday:

Andrea in a slate cowl neck dress and plum shrug. And Ty . . . . being Ty.



Purple striped hoodie over a black knee-length dress over boot-cut jeans.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

We have long since moved past the dress-over-jeans revolution. If it's super short with fitted jeans I can handle it. This just isn't acceptable. Even in Oklahoma.

Outside of the fact that dresses over jeans hasn't been in style since the first half of this decade, the proportions are completely wrong here. Nothing is fitted and since everything has volume the result is . . . . . well . . . . . . you know. If you are an anti-tiny girl, bigger clothes aren't hiding anything [if that was the intent behind this ensemble]. They only make you look . . . . . drumroll . . . . . bigger. Shocking that more fabric could look like more fabric, huh?

Now DO NOT wear clothes that are a size too small, that certainly won't help anything. You just need to find pieces that fit you well: close to the body, but not cinching.

Friday:

Cereal bowl aside, Ernest is just plain fab.
He's got that Cali ease [probably because he's straight out of CA] that I love so very much. [The first time I met this kid he was wearing 7 For All Mankind. L'amour.]

I told you, lads, that you can look great in jeans and tees. While I adore them, you don't have to wear vests and ties to impress me. At this point I'll settle for regular showering.

The promised rant:

You all should know that while I love people to look fabulous, what I love more is beautiful behavior. Courtesy is chic.

There has been an outbreak of PDA [and god knows what else] on campus this semester. I am dying to drop names right now, but that would be wrong.

Certain couples like to snog in various places around campus [mainly the benches near Herrick] after the sun goes down. I can handle that, so long as I don't have to look at it.

There are other couples, however, who feel it appropriate to feel each other up during lunch hours in the 'Ho. NOT ACCEPTABLE. At all.

Save that for nighttime at Lake Holdhercloser or any of the numerous church parking lots in the Bethany area.

I know you are so very much "in love" right now [I'm sure with your extensive world experience you truly know what that means], and I know that you want to express that "love" in a manner as close as possible to sex while still being able to call yourselves good Christians. However, you may not have noticed this while you were sharing that piece of Doublemint and rubbing each others' inner thighs, some of us are trying to eat.

I, personally, couldn't care less what you do with each other. Have threesomes, dive into S&M, try your hand at bestiality, go munging, whatever you like. Just quit touching each other in my presence in the daylight hours. I don't go up to the caf to watch live amateur porn. I go with the hope that there will be something meat-free and edible. Something that won't make me gag.

I never thought something could make my stomach turn more than the vittles from Sodex'ho. Your antics have proved otherwise.

"Fashions fade, style is eternal."
- Yves Saint Laurent

EDIT:

Floral tights from Target?

Someone in the fashion blogosphere is rocking them.