People who take pride in the idea that they 'dress well'
I see the point of fashion. Dressing like a twat for a fancy dress party is all good, Getting on your best togs for going-out is grand. Girls in short skirts in summer are aces. From a goonishly sixth-form sociological sort of perspective, I understand its role in social dynamics.

But what I don't get are the clothes-whores, the shoe freaks, the make-up obsessives, whatever subset you want to highlight. The ones who cast a sneering eye over everyone else's sense of fashion, as if dressing well is the epitome of human endeavour.

What puzzles me most is that it's all such a blind alley. If you yourself are the model for your 'artistry' (I met someone who described their fashion choices exactly like this), what happens to your own sense of identity as the years pass, and everything goes south?

None of this makes me angry in any way, just a bit bemused. It strikes me as such a superficial, hollow-eyed dead-end of a pursuit that I can only say, fine, have fun, but don't be proud of it for fuckens' * sake.


* - possibly inappropiately applied apostrophes notwithstanding
( the_other_jeff_lebowski Croutons on my tits, Sat 17 Oct 2009, 0:45, 3 replies)

I recommend they read
Discourse on the Study of Science and the Arts by Jean Jacques Rousseau, whilst they do this point out that the first section takes in exactly this sort of behaviour and that they are indeed a quim of the highest order.
(magic the cat will someone please think of the kittens, Sat 17 Oct 2009, 1:04, closed)

Didn't he say
something to the effect of "a good man is an athlete who delights in fighting naked"? That would certainly please all of us at B3TA for whom drawing cocks on everything is a prerequisite. On the other hand, it may just be a metaphor.
( the_other_jeff_lebowski Croutons on my tits, Sat 17 Oct 2009, 1:14, closed)

Urrrrgggghhhhhh
Ugg boots. Je reste ma valise monsieur.
(Elephantine Galoot is on the M62 heading east at, Sat 17 Oct 2009, 1:13, closed)