I have no interest in reading about fashion. But an article called A Man’s Guide to a Woman’s Wardrobe isn’t really going to be about fashion, is it?
And I spotted it in More Intelligent Life, so it’s sure to be smart and well-written. Perfect with my chai latte at Starbucks after Zumba.
Forget about fashion, I liked the article as a piece of writing. And one paragraph made me laugh out loud:
If the maxi dress is a practical way of enjoying a fashion fantasy, brightly coloured tights are a sign either of total self-confidence, or disturbing self-delusion. For although they channel kookiness, they demand incredibly good legs to pull off with any aplomb. The wearer is probably either a supermodel, a fantasist or a potter.
If my Zumba friends ever read my blog (and they don’t), or if anyone who reads my blog came along with me to Zumba (and you won’t), I wouldn’t now have to describe how I am transformed every day after work into a totally self-confident, disturbingly self-deluded kook with chartreuse or majenta legs.
(Kooks, by the way, do many things with no aplomb, and it disturbs them not at all. Same goes for fantasists.)
I like to write, but I think my best genre is the humble and derivative blog comment; and, here, circumstances were ripe for my favorite variety of comment: short, light and a little flirty, making a tiny bit of fun of the author, but mostly making fun of myself. So I wrote to Mr. Luke Leitch, the author (and anyone else who will read):
Here I sit, in my hot pink tights, reading, and thinking that a man who writes about women’s clothes either has total self-confidence or is disturbingly self-deluded.
I applaud the author’s kookiness and imagine that he has great legs.
I finished my chai and packed up my laptop, feeling comfortable in my kooky skin. And kooky tights.
Then, later in the day, The New Black Woman leaves poor Mr. Leitch a scathing comment, complaining of many things, including:
…the author only had a desire to analyze women from the upper crust–rich white women–as if their sense of fashion was only worth exploring and analyzing. Were the fashion statements of poor white women, women of color, disabled, transgender and GLBTQ women worth not exploring and analyzing for your article?
If I rolled my eyes the first time I read The New Black Woman‘s comment, it was a self-conscious eye-roll.
This New Black Woman, I learn from her blog, is fed up with the degradation and subjugation that black women face. She says it’s time for a revolution. Her current post is about confronting privilege.
I compared her comment to mine; her blog to mine; and I felt confused, and then a little guilty and then just weary. Tired, as Dylan says, of myself and all of my creations. My winking, chai-infused kookiness in pink part of “the wall of privilege, denial and diversionary tactics” new black women lament?
So far, this weekend, my comment on Mr. Leitch’s post has 20 likes; New Black Woman has 16.
And I don’t know how to cast my vote.