Jim Price Point by Sarah Emiline Rose on Polyvore.com
Inspired by the photo in upper left of Jim Price's Point in Australia. Mainly just color combinations I like.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Why?
No, sweetie. That's not a dress, it's a shirt.
...
That is what I would like to tell you, girls getting ready to go out to (presumably) bob's tonight. And perhaps I sound bitter because you are dressed to go out on a Saturday night while I am sitting in the lobby working on an essay. Or perhaps, I'm not bitter. Maybe I had a great time tonight going to Panda Express, Marble Slab, and watching Gnomeo and Juliet, while dressed in... well, clothes, the entire time. Real clothing. I didn't have to prove my dress was really a dress. In fact, aside from the no socks and thereby revealing my ankles under my jeans, most victorian women would've found my attire completely appropriate - once they got past the women-in-trousers thing.
I sound really judge-y. But have you really thought about what you are wearing, girl running around in just a blouse? Have you really thought about what message you're sending to the creeps who will try to make a move on you tonight because they assume you want them to? They have this great, no friend leaves a friend behind thing going on at school, but I don't know if your girlfriends can protect you from stupid.
I just want to know what process leads to "I want to go to a place packed with drunk, sweaty people with loud music, dim lighting, and wear as little clothing as possible so that creeps can bump into me 'accidently' while really feeling me up. I want to be harassed, or worse, tonight. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Maybe I'm missing some key factor, because I really just want to yell at her. That's probably not very nice of me.
...
That is what I would like to tell you, girls getting ready to go out to (presumably) bob's tonight. And perhaps I sound bitter because you are dressed to go out on a Saturday night while I am sitting in the lobby working on an essay. Or perhaps, I'm not bitter. Maybe I had a great time tonight going to Panda Express, Marble Slab, and watching Gnomeo and Juliet, while dressed in... well, clothes, the entire time. Real clothing. I didn't have to prove my dress was really a dress. In fact, aside from the no socks and thereby revealing my ankles under my jeans, most victorian women would've found my attire completely appropriate - once they got past the women-in-trousers thing.
I sound really judge-y. But have you really thought about what you are wearing, girl running around in just a blouse? Have you really thought about what message you're sending to the creeps who will try to make a move on you tonight because they assume you want them to? They have this great, no friend leaves a friend behind thing going on at school, but I don't know if your girlfriends can protect you from stupid.
I just want to know what process leads to "I want to go to a place packed with drunk, sweaty people with loud music, dim lighting, and wear as little clothing as possible so that creeps can bump into me 'accidently' while really feeling me up. I want to be harassed, or worse, tonight. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Maybe I'm missing some key factor, because I really just want to yell at her. That's probably not very nice of me.
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