I can make a long list of things I care about that I probably shouldn’t.
1. How Kate is handling motherhood
2. Taylor Swift’s love life
3. The new fall collection at Lululemon
The list goes on and on. One thing I don’t care about is what other people wear. I mean I care in the sense that I would love to steal all of Blair Waldorf’s clothes and stuff them into my closet…but what Miley wears in a performance or lady Gaga struts around in at the airport, if I don’t like it, it doesn’t phase me. I see it as a completely personal choice, some people believe the body is really sacred and certain parts of it should be covered and some people don’t, I’m not here to tell people on any of the spectrum that they’re wrong.
So why do we as a culture seem to have such passionate and fiery opinions about what other people adorn themselves with?
I have trouble understanding this reaction. Maybe it’s because of the way I was raised, I don’t remember my parents ever telling me I couldn’t wear a certain outfit out of the house. Or maybe it’s because I’ve worn my fair share of “controversial” outfits (and my controversial I mean my older relatives disapprove via passive aggressive Facebook comments) but regardless of the circumstances I could care less what other people wear.
That doesn’t mean I think every outfit under the sun is cute, that doesn’t mean I think every outfit is classy that just means that even if I think you look like a trashy stripper I will defend to death your right to wear whatever you want. I might not understand why you want to wear only pasties to a concert but I also don’t understand why people want to wear crocs. But I’m just not going to put any time or energy into stopping you from wearing a matching pasties and crocs set. Because I want to wear whatever I want. Because I think it is extremely sexist that women are labeled as “sluts” and “whores” because they wear crop tops or short skirts. Because I think men (and women) should be able to control their “urges” despite what the opposite sex wears. Because “slut bashing” and “victim blaming” is unacceptable to me. I have multiple friends who have dressed as victoria’s secret angels for halloween (yes that means prancing around in bedazzled underwear and oversized wings and yes, I have done it too). Guess what?! They’re good people, some of them go to church, some of them are virgins, some have long term boyfriends, they donate to charity and volunteer and take care of children and care about making the world a better place, all despite the fact that they look good in their underwear. It’s totally weird right?!
My point is I think there is a lot of unnecessary hate going around. Regardless of my opinions, religion,etc. I don’t really think it’s my place to tell anyone how to dress (of course I understand the parent/child scenario). Why is it our job to push our beliefs onto other people? It’s based on hate, it’s based on jealousy and overall it’s based on judgement. We all do it (judgement) but I still don’t like it.
So that’s it for today party people. Can we love a little more and hate a little less? Or at the very least just accept the decisions of others as theirs and not compare them so much to our own choices. Just a little rant on my part, I’m stepping off my high horse because its not a unicorn so no one is impressed anyways (and I suggest everyone else does the same).