Shopping one day, I jumped up to try and grab a sweater of a second story high up rack and my crotch landed right over the upturned metal edge of the rack underneath it. I cried and hobbled into the fitting rooms and sat down on the floor rocking back and forth for a while. It's not a pain I like to remember and I haven't experienced anything like it since.Reply
Um, please explain how this qualifies as even lowly gossip? Everyday I drive through the tranny hooker part of my town on my way to work- as do all the other cars on the road going somewhere, derr.Reply
My mother let me dress myself starting very early, which was a truly cruel thing to do as I had (have) a rather distorted view of how to copy what I thought was fashionable and approximate the look on our budget. I happily - well, anxiously - wore those itchy white tights with the little raised blacks hearts or leaves or lace patterns for years; I saved up for months to buy the shoes that were both ugly and a week away from going completely, screamingly out of style; I tried to grunge up my denim-patterned leggings by putting holes in the knees of and attempting to fray the spandax edges. Yeah.
But the most depressing moment of back-to-school dressing was starting parochial school and realizing that there was still in fact a "right" and a "wrong" way to wear the uniforms, that even in that sea of polyester plaid and pete pan collars, kids still had ways to signal their wealth and coolness, and that I'd never figure it out.Reply
@andBegorrah: Oh wow, besides the parochial school bit, this was the story of my life from age 10-22 or so. It took me a really long time to develop my own style.Reply
@andBegorrah: Oh, yes. Uniforms meant to forestall that sort of thing only completely intensified the competition. Suddenly it mattered what kind of watch you wore, what kind of shoes you had, how you did your hair, what kind of jewelry, and could you wear makeup perfectly enough to get away with it? We always knew who the rich kids were. Always. And gym clothes! That was the window into that person's non-uniform wardrobe, and God help you if you didn't have the Umbros, the Tretorns, the T-shirt from just the right college (Dartmouth was big). Layered socks were also huge. This was in the mid-to-late 80's.Reply
@gangey: I'm still working on it; at least now my mother isn't here collecting photographic evidence. That's the part that really stings - there are almost no pictures that aren't deeply mortifying. There's something to be said for that, of course, good stories and all that, but oh lord they're bad.
@TheFormerJuneBronson: The wealthier (and skinnier) girls would would non-regulation polo shirts from GapKids. No idea why. Because they could?Reply
@andBegorrah: The photos are the worst! Not only was I all gangly toothpick legs and enormous blunt-cut bangs, I had zits and braces. You'd think that would be enough mortification, but on top of that I had to pile on really bad clothes. But, in my defense, I was doing the best I could.
Also, the mortification was an excellent character-builder, just like Mom said it would be.Reply
@andBegorrah: Oh, and I meant to also add... when I said I had "developed my style" above, I really meant "I finally stopped trying to have a 'style' at all and accepted the fact that jeans and t-shirts are about all I can manage to do without messing it up." Though I'm soon to start a new job as a teacher, and I'm afraid I'll be going through another sartorially awkward stage while I figure out how to dress for it.Reply
@TheFormerJuneBronson: I read "Umbros" and "Tretorns" and got chills immediately. And not in a good way, but in a post-traumatic ohmygod remember when I never had the right clothes and everyone else was cooler than I was and I was regularly shunned and mocked way. Ugh. I really enjoy being a grown up.Reply
@gangey: Ann Taylor Loft. I think they even have a teacher discount. You'll look just like all the other teachers, which is kind of a good thing in that environment.Reply
@Callinectes: The fact that I still remember the brands at all is such a function of having been that age in that time and place. Then I got to public junior high for 9th grade and everyone had Benetton rugby shirts. I could never afford one. I still have Benetton sweaters from those days. Obtained a year or two after Benetton was out, of course.Reply
@andBegorrah: I attended both Catholic and public schools, and the Catholic-school fashion competition was sooo much more intense. It wasn't just that all the cool girls somehow found girly/fitted polo shirts while I was stuck with the baggy boys' ones-- I remember being terribly ashamed of my BELT and my SOCKS.Reply
@Everything MidnightBikeRide does is a balloon.: And do you remember dress-down days? Everyone else had this whole second, non-uniform wardrobe that they could show off one day a month, and I didn't. My parents thought it was a waste of money to buy me clothes I couldn't even wear to school, so I just wore my school clothes all the time-- on weekends, in the summer, etc. In middle school I had this one lame striped turtleneck that I would sometimes wear, until I realized it was even less cool that the regulation shirt.Reply
@TheUptightMidwesterner: Oh dear lord. Not even Wranglers for me -- whatever off-brand that could be found that were NOT Levi's. I so wanted Levi's but couldn't have them until I saved up my babysitting money and bought them for myself!Reply
@TheUptightMidwesterner: Oh man those were SOOO itchy! I also had a pair of hand-me-downs from my mother's friend's SON, and they were patched on the inside of the pants, so every time I wore them I wanted to scratch myself silly.Reply
I'm pretty pumped for this game, and I only really have one request for the whole game. They don't have to add anything else (even though I see they have) but this, and I will be perfect as punch.
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But the most depressing moment of back-to-school dressing was starting parochial school and realizing that there was still in fact a "right" and a "wrong" way to wear the uniforms, that even in that sea of polyester plaid and pete pan collars, kids still had ways to signal their wealth and coolness, and that I'd never figure it out. Reply
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@TheFormerJuneBronson: The wealthier (and skinnier) girls would would non-regulation polo shirts from GapKids. No idea why. Because they could? Reply
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Also, the mortification was an excellent character-builder, just like Mom said it would be. Reply
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I might watch it tonight, but only so I can see the madness for myself. Reply
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