Curmudgeon Alert:
On campus I see a lot of the slouchy, mid-calf boot over leggings and tight jeans (not to mention the STILL omnipresent Ugg boot, lord D*ke ungergrad women get some style to go with your family fortune pleasee...no one is well-turned out, seriously, these thin lovely girls at the prime of their life are constantly slouchy and slumpy) but today at work my same aged co-worker was wearing tight royal blue pants circa 1988 with the slouch boot over top and right beside her, a student worker in acid-wash black jeans with black slouch boots over them. I felt slightly and truly physically ill, which is no reflection on their style, just on my lack of interest in Spring 2009 Fashion. Between that and the current crop of gladiator and wedge chunky sandal, it's easy to say no to shopping for myself. Instead I spent my time tonight at a giant kids consignment clothes sale and got Simone her first Converse (brown, size 6 $4) and about 1000 summer rompers because come one - rompers! I seriously love rompers. I also got her a bikini for summer, a decision I hemmed and hawed over. Firstly, the one pieces were all bad - floral numbers with rhinestones in day-glo colors. Second -am I participating in the early sexualization of my kid? On the other hand, one of my favourite pictures of myself as a baby is me standing in a wading pool in my little yellow and blue bikini, baby stomach folding over the bottoms. More importantly, you can quickly change a diaper with a bikini. So purple crochet bikini it is.
In another non sequitor, I have been stewing and fuming about the bitter bile my sister in law is spewing over on her politics blog - it is all so self-admitted Dittohead and infuriating and seriously for the last few weeks I've been composing page upon page both in my head and on paper, just eating myself up over it. All this time I've been thinking, "don't engage her, it will make you more angry, be the bigger person" but then she wrote an entry about what a terrible speaker The Teleprompter in Chief (sigh) is and how Bush shone in comparison as an orator AND worked harder because he never went on Leno - my head kind of exploded and I let myself write 3 paragraphs about what I consider important in a country and values that I consider worthy of respect like equality and justice and collective efforts for a better world and I allowed myself to post it, no regrets and with the solemn vow to never return to her blog. As a result of not turning the other cheek, I feel 100 pounds lighter in body and spirit. Who knew?