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updates/dresses/jump ropes

UPDATES

1) I fucking love Instagram. More than anything else on the internet. It’s a skill, you know? I spend way too much time working on my photos, to not such great ends. But I’m learning. It’s good for me because I get into too many political fights on Facebook.

2) Went to a fancy dinner. It sort of broke my heart. Wrote about it here.

3) Cooked a fancy dinner. Dozens of photos here. About to cook another one.

4) And I had two big giant parties, painted parts of my house, planned an amazing birthday for Jacob, and traveled around. God, June was a month. Life just keeps on keepin’ on.

5) Oh! If you read this blog and live in NYC, come say hi this Saturday at the Vegan Shop-Up.

JUMP ROPES

I just bought custom-made, USA-made, color-coordinated (teal and brown!) jump ropes for the shop, for the five minutes of exercise a day we do called Chocolate Calisthenics. I hated sports as a kid, but something about doing them with the women who work in the shop, and just for five minutes a day, is addictive and wonderful.

How nice, also, to find out about new non-sweatshop-made products all the time. Jump ropes! Who knew?

DRESSES

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WHAT IS UP WITH PEOPLE BEING FREAKED OUT WHEN YOU WEAR DRESSES? I wear dresses every day during the summertime, because dresses are one decision to make in the morning, not two (and if you only have one decision to make you can sleep ten more minutes) and because dresses are the comfiest articles of clothing in the world. And I weed the garden in dresses, crawl under the oven to get dropped noodles in dresses, climb the odd mountain in dresses, do Chocolate Calisthenics in dresses.

Partially this is because I figure if people see my old-timey unsexy underwear now and then they really aren’t getting that much of a show, and partially because the benefits of dress-wearing outweigh the negatives for me. But in this casual little college town me and my fellow dress-ed up women pals constantly get comments about it—almost always from other women. When we bring our pail of shop laundry to the laundromat one block away, the woman working says, “It is your uniform to wear dresses, at that shop? You all wear dresses!” At the bank, Lupe says, “A nice dress, as always!” as I make my deposit. Mostly the comments are nice (Lupe is always nice, even when I want endless rolls of quarters) but sometimes they’re slightly accusatory, like dresses somehow up the game for all women. I don’t give a fuck what other women wear in a feminist sense, but my god it’s a joy to see a woman* who’s clearly enjoying what she’s wearing.

That’s why I wear dresses—it’s enjoyable. It’s summery. And I happen to have a body that looks much better in dresses than in shorts and t-shirts. It matters to me that I wear things that are flattering to me. That’s the beauty of feminism—we get to choose what we wear. Obviously those choices don’t happen in a vacuum, but dress-wearing is surely one of the ways women have a societal edge over men—our house is ungodly hot, and when we come home at night and my partner rushes to take off his pants, I hang out, cool as a cucumber in a light frock. I honor Amelia Bloomer and all that, but every piece of clothing can be either regressive or revolutionary, depending on the mindset of the wearer—this is what feminism hath wrought, and I’ll take it.

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Now, I recognize that if I was 90 miles south of here, in NYC, dresses would be de rigueur (and when I venture into the city, I certainly up my dress-game), but everything is so ridiculously casual in this small town. Shlumpy, dumpy, shapeless. Some women have more important things to think about than what they’re wearing, but the women I know who are doing things with their lives and never wear dresses (in my milieu, these are mostly farmers) still wear their clothes in such a way that they project confidence and style even when that style is scruffy jeans and ripped t-shirts. No matter what you’ve got on, your clothes reflect your intentions in the universe.

My intentions are endless summer, so I wear dresses.

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*As usual, my thoughts here pertain only to womenfolk merely because women are more interesting dressers, more interesting people, and more worthy of thoughts.

But! Hey! I bought some of Jacob’s birthday presents from Joshua, and oh my the world of organic menswear has improved lately. How inspiring.

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  2. Pree

    ” No matter what you’ve got on, your clothes reflect your intentions in the universe.” I love this line. It took me a long time to realize that I didn’t have to feel guilty about wanting to dress up.
    I am so excited that you will be at the Shop-Up! I’ve been dreaming of those turtles and Maresa’s pistachio macaroons ever since this Shop-Up was announced. :-)

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    • lagusta

      It was such a treat to meet you! Maresa whispered to me when she saw you, “Oh, that couple is super nice.” : )

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      • Pree

        It was wonderful meeting you guys, too! I got so starstruck around you and Maresa, but you were just so awesome about it. So thank you for being so nice!

  3. Rachel Creager Ireland

    I’m totally with you. Dresses are easier and more comfortable. They’re often dressing down for me, not up, and it drives me crazy when people get worked up about them.
    Forwarding the discerningbrute link to my man . . .

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