If I have a personal style of dress, then it's one that's accreted around me, rather than one I purposely chose. Eventually I stopped trying to have a style and just went with clothes that bug me the least.
Heh. Exactly! That's Fashion du Teppy, 100%!
But you, you've got style, baby. Of which, in fact, a white t-shirt and khakis are a part.
Hmm. I shudder to think what a white t-shirt and khakis say about my inner life.
I rather enjoy being an enigma wrapped in a riddle, smothered in secret sauce. Well, seriously, I have one HELL of an inner life, and I get a real kick out of people's reactions when (if) they stick around long enough for me to give them a glimpse of it. No one ever expects me to be....well, be *me,* it seems. Never judge a Teppy by her cover.
Hmm. I shudder to think what a white t-shirt and khakis say about my inner life
You're not your fucking khakis. /Tyler Durden
I tried wearing makeup daily after I shed 60 pounds. Eventually I decided that an extra 30 minutes of sleep did more for my looks than getting up early enough to put concealer under my eyes. I still like wearing make-up for special occasions, but to me it's like a costume: formal dinner drag, along with fun clothes and footwear. And when I play dress-up -- and wearing makeup falls into that category for me -- I like it when others are playing with me, male and female. Nothing says "Look at me, for I am Sir Hottie McHotness" like a fella who knows how to wear eyeliner.
Hmm. I shudder to think what a white t-shirt and khakis say about my inner life
You're not your fucking khakis.
Oh, *I* know that. I just wonder what Sandra Dee images I'm putting forth.
I shudder to think what a white t-shirt and khakis say about my inner life.
Vanilla?
Exactly my point. Anyone who infers that, based on the way I look, is just missing out on fudge-ripple-nut-crunch-y goodness.
I just wonder what Sandra Dee images I'm putting forth.
So you have a wonderfully Vanilla exterior with a lovely, cream-filled, porny center.
How many licks does it take.....
I think EVERYONE, male or female, looks better with a smidge of concealer, powder, groomed eyebrows, mascara, and tinted lip balm. EVERYONE
I completely agree with this. And yet, I wear makeup extremely rarely, because for most of my day-to-day life, I'm not interested in looking "better." The effort I put into looking good corresponds directly with how important I think it is for whatever audience I'll have, and usually, it's pretty minimal.
Ah, see -- this (err, not your opinion, specifically, Hec, as I don't interact with you in meatspace and don't have to actually face your evaluation on a daily basis) is why I feel such a pressure to Dress Up And Look Pretty, beyond what I would do if I were only pleasing myself.
And I am sorry to add to the cultural pressure. Though to distinguish myself from the cultural norm, I don't want or expect women to conform to a standard Playboy bunny model of appearance. To the contrary, I don't find that look even remotely appealing, nor do I like any single standard of beauty. I like very individual style, which is available to anyone with an imagination.
Also my attraction to personal style is probably a fairly idiosyncratic preference for an elevated sense of intrigue and style-as-social discourse dealie. I probably would have thrived in an ultra-aesthete culture as exemplified by the Heian dynasty in Japan where every gesture was Loaded And Significant.
