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A laughable protest

What a joke, the Golden Globes “time’s up” protest. Like it’s such a hardship to show up wearing black–nobody has to be too inconvenienced–and nobody’s dressed in a way to deter a sexual predator. Dresses are still plunging to there and slit up to here.

I can’t decide if they’re all idiots who never thought past the initial this-would-be-such-a-good-idea phone call to what such an event would really say, or if they’re maliciously trying to cover their tracks. Either way, they don’t seem to think that we see through their facade.

If they were seriously about protesting sexual assault in Hollywood, they would do something substantial (such as, perhaps, quit in protest or name names other than the disgraced Weinstein) instead of throwing one of their favorite yearly parties of mutual admiration and back-scratching with the a feeble warble of “we’re wearing black look at us we’re protesting.”

Meanwhile, people literally at the event–both attendees and award winners–are known or rumored sexual predators.

And it’s not just the men that have problems.


It’s one thing to look past differing political views to enjoy a work of fiction. I did that for years with scifi and fantasy entertainment.

It’s quite another to knowingly support an industry that does nothing to police its members, and fails to protect its innocents.

And it’s especially egregious when they put on a show like this pretending exactly the opposite.

“I can’t believe that big bad man leered at me. I mean, I know I’m hot but he just can’t do that!! I’ll wear an even shorter skirt tonight–that’ll sure show him.”

Weaponized fashion styling

Clothes are just as much about communication as they are about preventing one from walking down the street naked.

Clothes can say everything from “I’m not that kind of girl” to “I’m the next President of the United States of America.”

I love how this scene from My Father is Strange illustrates how important clothes can be when preparing oneself for battle.

“Fur trumps everything,” says the status-oriented mother (nevermind that fur is a ridiculous choice in the summer months).

Meanwhile, the practicality-oriented mother shows up looking far better than the other team ever would have thought.

The clothes do just as much talking as the people.

This is why you should have your personal equivalent of a “power suit” in your wardrobe. There are times when you (and I) need to perform our best–that is the time to pull out your best garment.

“Best” is subjective in this case.

But this garment should make you feel badass. Invincible. Completely protected. Confident to the point of aggressive.

It can be difficult to find these magic garments (LOL MORMON JOKE) but it’s worth it.

Especially if you have to go up against a Tiger Mother who also happens to be your landlord.

Reactionary Fashion vs Revolutionary Fashion

No further words needed. Thank you /pol/, courtesy of Peter Duke.

(Also, LOL Martin Luther)

Photo editing impacts fashion styling

It’s the power of cropping, folks.

I never realized what I huge difference the crop can make. The potential difference is rather obvious when it comes to composition (at least, for any of us 90s kids who grew up watching the “formatted for your TV” version of so many movies — I still remember that moment when I realized that the VHS version cropped out 30% of each shot!), since the surface area show of a photo directly impacts what parts of its subject are shown.

However, you wouldn’t think that the crop of a photo would mess with the styling impact of its subject.

You would be wrong.

Now, keep in mind that K-pop groups are usually styled for group effect, so that particular tropes and/or colors are balanced among the members. This outfit set was clearly designed for Wendy at the center (for once!!).

Consider this photo of Red Velvet that was posted on allkpop earlier today.

Top: Yeri, Joy, Irene / Bottom: Wendy, boots, Seulgi

Not bad. They look good — no clashing reds — and other than the fact that plaid-clad Wendy is not in the center of the photo, all seems to be well.

Except…Joy’s black boots. They stick out like a sore thumb. Even though they are similar in shape and tone to Joy and Seulgi’s long dark hair, there is something eye-pulling and offputting about those dang boots. They don’t belong in that sea of red.

As a result, the photo seems off balance. This is exacerbated by the fact that the torsos of the girls in the bottom row have been dramatically shortened by the crop, also lending an off-balance feel.

Here’s the original photo:

Much better, right?

Those boots just fade into the background, leaving a naturally-occuring visual hole that would have otherwise been filled by the dark wood of the stops behind the group.

The girls can breathe, the color palette makes sense — the bottle green floor makes a huge difference in offsetting all that red — and the spacing is not overly formal but still balanced.

This is a picture that makes sense.

Unite the Right and Style

Well I was going to write a really stupid, lighthearted post critiquing people’s outfits at the Charlottesville “Unite the Right” rally today.

I should have known better.

Of course it was going to be attacked by Antifa, and of course the Alt-Lite would use this as yet another excuse to punch right, and (not of course) people died there today. The political violence has finally escalated to the point where people are dying. That makes my plans for a post that boils down to “LOL WHY DID THESE GUYS PICK POLO SHIRTS THEY LOOK LIKE SUCH DORKS BUT AT LEAST THEY’RE OUR GUYS” seem really petty and obnoxious and tone deaf in comparison.

Funny how an event that was supposed to be about unity has caused even more fractures amongst right-leaning groups.

What good could possibly come of a post like that?

I know that the culture wars are real, and that politics is downstream of culture, and that to have any hope of surviving, the right needs to get itself together in terms of culture.

When I try to talk to regular conservatives about how I don’t care so much about gay marriage or abortion rights as I do about economic policy and border security, I usually go with an analogy about not caring about the color of the drapes when the house is on fire. Being worried about bailing technique when the boat is sinking. Rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic. Whatever.

So writing about visual things, about fashion and style, and all of that fluffy stuff that doesn’t really matter seems to be a complete waste of time.

But then I remember that sometimes it’s the lighthearted things that people latch onto first.

That our manner of dress and writing, the way we design our buildings and workspaces, our style of living reflects our mindset and worldview.

That people sometimes change from the inside-out, but often change from the outside-in, and the fluffy visual trappings can help with that process.

That we’re always told, “If you don’t find what you want to read, write it yourself.” (I’d rather just read it, but here I am anyway.)

My goal is to bridge aesthetics and Truth, anyway. I believe that Truth is somewhere right of what’s currently “center.” Where exactly, I don’t know yet.

This latest bubbling-up of right-leaning people who are willing to fight is encouraging, and they’ve gone so far a to get someone like Trump elected president. But there’s still time for them to go the way of the Tea Party. I hope that never happens, but one never knows.

And I’m sitting here worried that I’m not doing the right thing, when this blog is still 100% obscure so it doesn’t really matter LMAO.

What idiots we humans are!

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