Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.

Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'


Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Frankenbuddha - May 30, 2008 11:07:31 am PDT #9843 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

squick stroll

Freudian slip, or deliberate?


shrift - May 30, 2008 11:08:13 am PDT #9844 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Oh, my god. That's AWESOME. I totally didn't mean to do that, but I'm keeping it.


Cashmere - May 30, 2008 11:08:36 am PDT #9845 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

In the realm of not so gothy, but not entirely ungothy sartorial news, Franny insisted on wearing her fairy wings to school today.

Owen hasn't taken off his pink bunny ears in a week. He wears them to school and everywhere. We were at the park a few evenings ago and I had to politely smack down some older boys where were attempting to tease him by saying, "Hey, Easter Bunny, you're a little bit late!" (I'm sure this was funny to the 8 year olds saying it.) I just gave them the stink eye and said, "Guys, he's four." They ended their commentary on his accessories.

I love how wee kids don't give a shit about what people think of their clothes. Their own opinion is the only one that matters in the world. At what age do we lose that?


Sophia Brooks - May 30, 2008 11:17:54 am PDT #9846 of 10001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

squick stroll

HA HA HA HA HA

At what age do we lose that?

I guess before eight! I seriously hated what my mother made me wear right from kindergarten because people made fun of. Some of it, looking back on it, was really cute, but it was the late seventies and people did not like homemade. I had this little weird orangy outfit that she made and embroidered the face of a sock monkey on, all freehand because she is talented, but people told me I looked like a monkey and I hated wearing it.


Atropa - May 30, 2008 11:19:20 am PDT #9847 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I love how wee kids don't give a shit about what people think of their clothes. Their own opinion is the only one that matters in the world. At what age do we lose that?

That's one of the many things I love about little kids. I'm going to encourage all the ones I know not to lose that outlook. I suspect most people lose that outlook right around the teen years.


Atropa - May 30, 2008 11:19:53 am PDT #9848 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

And go Owen, rockin' the bunny ears! Clovis is delighted.


msbelle - May 30, 2008 11:20:50 am PDT #9849 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I lost it in late elementary and then gained it back for much of my teens.


shrift - May 30, 2008 11:23:57 am PDT #9850 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Jilli, did you see the most recent chemicalromance post about The Love Cats? I honestly don't know how they think a long hiatus is going to work if Frank's bored after three weeks.


Jesse - May 30, 2008 11:30:36 am PDT #9851 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I just realized I have almost three weeks of accrued vacation. Maybe I'll take a random week this summer. Or maybe just more long weekend. Hmmm!


§ ita § - May 30, 2008 11:31:29 am PDT #9852 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Somewhere around age 7 I had an elasticated/smocked top that could be worn as a tube top or with v-like strings around the necks. Got teased mercilessly for it by the guys next door, and promptly abandoned strapless until thirty years had past.

It was always very easy to make me feel bad for getting attention because of my clothes--I approached that on two levels--by shutting out people's reactions to me as well as cutting some things out of my wardrobe.