I'm not much of a girly-girl. I mean, I paint my nails once a week, I bake a considerable amount of cookies, and on rare occasions, I'll spontaneously cry about things like Jane Austen novels and chocolate... but I also don't understand how to effectively use a blowdryer, I've worn the same green tennis shoes for several years, and I'd like to personally punch all the characters on One Tree Hill and Grey's Anatomy in their faces. I think ultra-feminine women are nice, but I don't usually relate to them much.
So I was flipping through the channels this morning, and when I paused to shove a handful of processed food into my gaping esophagus*, I came across some typical fashion TV show. The type where British people tell frumpy women with short haircuts that it's their duty to spend more money on clothes so that their husbands will stop cheating on them, and then all the commercials are for diet pills and Vagisil, and etc. You know what I'm talking about. So a few minutes in (before the women were publicly humiliated and reduced to tears, ALL IN GOOD FUN!), the host interviewed a couple of snobby-looking women in scarves about "their personal styles." They gave generic answers that I've read in magazines a million times, like grunge and chic and bohemian, which I expected. And yet, for the first time, I found this surprisingly... fascinating. Not fascinating in the I-want-to-go-buy-a-burlap-dress kind of way, but fascinating in the I-wonder-what-it-would-be-like-to-have-a-style sort of way. Then my mind started wandering to places like, What do my clothes have in common?
Well, they have in common the fact that they're hand-me-downs from my sisters, they have in common that they're unremarkable, and they have in common that I really do not give a shit at all. But I guess I do wear a lot of knee-length skirts, a lot of solid t-shirts, a lot of cardigans. So what does that make my Style? "Middle-aged?" "English Teacher?" "Meg Ryan Movie?" I contemplated the nature of my Style for the length of one advertisement about GETTING! THIN! FAST!, and then I remembered that I absolutely don't care.
Anyway, I really do not know why I'm choosing to tell you all this. I didn't reach any grand conclusion about myself or about life, and I just ended up switching the channel to some other dribble and wasting away into American food culture, one microwavable snack at a time. I think my point in talking about this is to say that it's cool how some people can see jeans as an art form, and others could not care less. There's nothing vapid or stupid about loving clothes, but the height of my interest in clothing came and went today, all in about four minutes. Why is that? What's something that other people get excited about that you just don't understand? I'm curious if there's anyone out there who's like, "Yeah, I get the appeal of food, but it's just not my thing."
I don't know. Maybe none of this makes sense. Maybe I'm tired and rambling and need to learn when to stop. Maybe I need to tell you what I sensed today so I can go to bed.
Today, I saw: this hysterical Tumblr blog, which had me laughing out loud for half an hour.
Today, I heard: another iJustine parody song, as I smiled sweetly in an attempt to ease the pain. I'm sorry. She's cute, and it makes me happy when she gets exciting opportunities, but it's kind of sad that this will forever have more views than something like this.
Today, I smelled: homemade blackberry cobbler baking, compliments of my mom.
Today, I touched: weeds, weeds, weeds. And not the exciting smoking kind. The dirty kind that Dad asks you to help pull out of the ground all afternoon in 100% humidity.
Today, I tasted: fresh strawberries. Like heavennnn.
Okay, on that note, my dog is looking at me like "Yo, why are you typing when we could be cuddling?" Don't forget to comment with the things you sensed today, if you feel like it, and I hope you enjoy your Thursday! I'll see you tomorrow in video form on fiveawesomegirls, and in blog form later on. Goodnight!
Chipotle burritos this year: 22
Nail color: "Rogue Vogue," Maybelline (discontinued)
*I thought you'd also like to know that I had my plate of food (pizza rolls, of course, made with "natural and artificial flavors") balanced on my stomach, and that when I leaned back, the position provided me with several extra and unflattering chins. Just to, like, drive the whole "NOT A GIRLY-GIRL" point home.