Sunday, February 10, 2008

This is blindingly obvious to anyone who knows me personally, but I don't get fashion.

I get looking good, dressing appropriately, and putting effort into what you do. I get that what you wear can be a statement that speaks louder than anything you say. On the other hand, I once fought with my parents over wearing a tie to Easter Sunday services. I was 6, but I seem to remember that the thing came off pretty quick and subsequent holiday services were not met with success. Even band and swing choir (yes, I admit it) uniforms were met with the utmost suspicion later on.

I guess it's understandable that I'd eye most of the fashion industry with the same amount of suspicion these days. Being male, that's mostly inherent. Male fashion is like a wedding, there's a woman making all of the plans with her friends while the guy would be quite content to just drive to Las Vegas or the Mall of America dressed like Larry the Cable Guy. The Beer and Pizza reception is optional.

Still, I don't think I could ever understand this:

And then there's this from the "I vant to dreenk your blood" collection:

The price for this is over $2000. A trip to Savers on November 1st could get you a cheap knockoff for about $25.

Look at this guy's expression. You've seen it on every cat who has been dressed up as Harry Potter or Superman on Halloween. There's embarrassment, contempt, and revenge all in one simple look.

Remember that look, and have it imprinted in your memory every time you try and make your husband, boyfriend, child, or cat dress up for a major outing. He will find a way to get even, and it may be showing up to your sister's wedding dressed like this guy.

Friday, February 08, 2008