It’s that time of year again… when girls have an excuse to dress like a slutty version of their favorite animal/fairy tale character/whatever, and guys have an excuse to mock them for dressing like sluts, while secretly loving it.
I have often voiced my opinion about how girls have the right to dress however they want and shouldn’t have to worry that assumptions are being made about their character because of how much cleavage they’re comfortable exposing. On the other hand, I understand the fun of giggling at the sluttification of regular, unsexy costumes or jobs like Taxi Drivers or Pizza Delivery Girls (please see this site if you need a place to vent your costume mocking).
It actually sucks that Halloween is the only semi-socially acceptable time a person can don a fairy princess costume. I, for one, would be perfectly happy to wear a tutu every day of the week, but I generally refrain from doing so. So Halloween makes a great outlet for those of us who feel restrained by society’s implicit fashion rules, and I have never once been something scary, unless you count a black cat (and since I was 8, I’m going to bet I wasn’t exactly terrifying).
I’ve done the slutoween thing, to a certain extent (a very tame French maid costume two years ago, an even tamer Little Red Riding Hood last year), but this year I’ve decided to forgo the slut factor and dress as a long-time idol of mine: Enid from the movie Ghost World.
I chose it because a) I love this character, b) I thought it would be fairly simple to replicate her costume and I think I vaguely look like her, c) I wanted an excuse to dye my hair, and d) there’s a kind of tenuous irony in dressing up as a character from Ghost World for Halloween (get it? get it?).
So I’ll be wearing her outfit from the cover of the movie… or my approximation of it. My costume includes: my big black boots that I’m hoping will pass for combat boots, a green plaid kilt (I know, not quite right, but it was the best I could do), a blue tshirt that I’m hoping Eva will draw a raptor on for me (hi, Eva!), glasses, and dying my hair blue or green (it’s green in the movie, blue on the cover?). I might try to find a way to make my hair look shorter, too, but I haven’t really figured that much out yet.
So I’m a little worried that this costume is too obscure, since I keep telling people who give me blank stares, but I guess anyone who’s seen the movie will appreciate it all the more. Maybe it will make people go rent it. See? My costume is educating the cinematically-deprived masses. What’s yours doing?
So my mom’s been badgering me for the past couple of weeks to send her my Christmas list (what nerve! how dare she?) because she likes to start really early. But I just had a birthday and I am pretty spoiled anyway, and have pretty much everything I want when it comes to wrappable, reasonably priced items, so I kept blowing her off. But she was very insistent on the phone the other day, so I finally sent her the following e-mail:
She has been threatening to put up a fake tree for the past couple of years, but this is the first year I think she’s actually serious about it, because she’ll be living with my Grandma now, who already has one. I think I might cry if this happens.
I am rather gleefully awaiting her response to this e-mail.
So last weekend was a really good shopping weekend. I know everyone’s all “There’s an economic crisis” and “Maybe you get some therapy, Caroline” and to that I say “Retail therapy! hahaha!” No, I’m just kidding. Mostly.
But seriously, I swear I was actually really good. I went to Value Village (which is like the Salvation Army, but better, in Canada) and barely spent anything on this whole bagful of clothes. Anyway, I got what I needed for my Halloween costume (I’ll save that for another entry), as well as this cool, knee-length grass green skirt with pockets, that I realized when I got home is actually by Calloway Golf and now I like it even more because I can pretend I’m going to the country club to brush up on my putting when I wear it. Also, it’s shorts on the inside, and who can argue with SECRET SHORTS?
I also got an (unfortunately somewhat summery) yellow skirt with an awesome thick red stretchy waistband. It’s from the kid’s department but it fit me thanks to the aforementioned stretchy waistband.
Final purchase at Val Vil: an 80s matching yellow jacket/skirt combo. I bought it for the jacket (the skirt doesn’t even fit me) which I felt had a lot of potential despite a rather coarse material and giant shoulder pads. I promptly cut the shoulder pads out, and I think I can actually make this jacket work. It has pearl buttons that I’m a little hesitant about sporting, but I still feel like it looks like something quirky I might have bought at Urban Outfitters.
I went to Old Navy after, and got some really good stuff on sale: a yellow, oversized cardigan for $7, a giant, very classy light gray bag for $20, and a dark gray satiny shift dress for $8. The dress looks like a sack on the hanger, but with a belt, it makes me feel understated and chic and a little like Natalie Portman.
Today my face is the most broken out it’s been since high school. If someone who hadn’t seen me since 9th grade saw me today, there would be no revelatory gasp at the butterfly that had emerged. Instead, they would think “yeah. that’s about right.”
Oh, who am I kidding? As if anyone I knew in 9th grade even remembers me.
Great. I just discovered that the blog written by Mindy Kaling that I obsessed over for about 3 days (at which point I finished reading every single word), and that I thought was just dead, never to be updated again, is and has been alive and well in a beautifully updated form. I’m confused about why this version also spans to Sept 2006 and I’m unsure whether or not it contains the same entries or more/different ones. But there are for sure at least SOME new ones and this means I won’t be going to sleep for quite some time. Damn.
On the plus side, the first entry extols the virtues of the yellow coat, and I JUST BOUGHT ONE TODAY. Thanks, Mindy, for validating my shopping addiction.
How is it possible? I ACTUALLY clean my room every day. And then I mess it up again. It’s ridiculous how quickly I can make a tidy bedroom look like it was ransacked by thieves. Thieves who were interested in tossing around the contents of my underwear drawer and rifling through my English assignments.
Much to my grandmother’s horror, I don’t usually eat breakfast. It takes me at least an hour after I wake up to get hungry in the mornings, and by that time it’s usually time to go to school. Tuesdays, Sean and I get these delicious 6 dollar breakfasts from the Limestone and eat them while we watch whatever old movie I’m supposed to be watching that day in my Hollywood in the 40s class, so that’s the one day I eat a very hearty breakfast.
(I guess there are kind of some spoilers in this post. if you’re easily annoyed by that sort of thing, stop it.)
It feels like it’s been forever since a movie I saw in theaters really impressed me. It seems that everything I see is just alright, or else it’s terrible. Have they stopped making good movies? Or am I becoming too critical even for the critics? Case in point:
It seems that critics have generally enjoyed this one, or at least universally lauded Keira Knightley’s performance. After seeing the movie though, I was still unimpressed and I thought her performance was entirely forgettable. I’d go so far as to say that Natalie Portman in The Other Boelyn Girl (given the brush-off by critics, and for the most part, rightly so) was much more interesting and memorable. So I can’t really understand why everyone seems to be crying Oscar and all I can think of is something I read once about how to do a Keira Knightley impression circa Loveactually (put your top and bottom teeth together, now smile wide, now say in a British accent “I look quite pretty.”) and it’s amazing how accurate it still is. It’s not that I think she’s reached Cameron Diaz levels of bad acting, but she’s far from brilliant. I can never get past all her posturing and nose-wrinkling to actually be convinced of her character. (I do hate that she’s apparently going to be Eliza Dolittle in a remake of My Fair Lady. GAH.)
The plot of the movie itself felt tired to me, too, despite my parents tearing out their hair as they remind me AGAIN that it’s a TRUE STORY. Um, I don’t care? If your true story is still the same story about the Queen not being able to produce a male heir, maybe you shouldn’t tell it. And don’t even get me started on that faux lesbian scene. It was totally cheap and unnecessary and the whole thing made me cringe. If it had led to some sort of actual romantic entanglement between the two, then it might have been worthwhile. As it is though, they might as well have had Keira bust out singing “I Kissed a Girl (and I Liked It!)”.
Clothes were pretty. Sets were pretty. This isn’t the Sex and the City movie. If you want to make a claim that this is a legitimately good film, you’re going to need a bit more than that.
Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist
This one was cute, but I guess I just had higher hopes for it. In my head it was going to be this teen romance through music in the tradition of The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Unfortunately, it was more teen romance through music in the tradition of Death Cab For Cutie or insert any other somewhat overrated emo/indie band here.
On the plus side, I love every word that comes out of Michael Cera’s mouth, and there were a lot of great throwaway lines, but there was a lot of other stuff rammed in here that I could have done without. For one (and I swear it isn’t because we happen to share a certain signifying detail), Nora’s slutty drunk best friend Caroline kind of sucked. She was funny for like the first two times we see her, but was it really necessary for us to follow her around in all her disgusting gum-chewing pukey glory for the entire movie? I despise gross-out “comedy.” That said, it is pretty great to hear your name screamed THAT many times in a single film. The gay band idea was utterly inspired, but the gay bandmates themselves were total caricatures whose only purpose was to be fairy-godmothers (ha.) to Nora, like some gay version of the Magical Negro stereotype. Bleh. The plot was kind of shaky, and it was a little hard to understand what exactly Nick and Nora were even fighting about the whole time, but I guess that’s pretty true of most high school relationships anyway.
I think my favorite part is that scene where they go to 3rd base (or 2nd? depending on how you label the bases?) and then rush off to go see the band when they find out where it is. It’s nice to be reminded that sex doesn’t have to be the most important thing on their minds. There are other things to be excited about or interested in and I feel like this small moment of them rushing to zip up their pants is the one part of the movie that really made me believe that they care about the band and the music. It’s more important to them than makeouts! And that’s nice.
I saw this one last night. I knew almost nothing about it except that it was based on an extremely sexual book (which is not the same as an extremely sexy book) by the same author as Fight Club. I haven’t read fight club, but I definitely appreciate the movie so I was excited to see what Choke was all about. After seeing the movie, I read only one review (on Pajiba) which claimed it was nothing like Fight Club, but I have to respectfully disagree. It was EXACTLY like Fight Club. Except not at all as good. Here is how these movies are the same movie:
— the main character. Sometimes I started thinking that Sam Rockwell WAS Ed Norton.
— the group therapy sessions
— the con artist for emotional support aspect
— abandonment/mommy issues that translate into relationship/sexual issues
— floating, unresolved metaphors
— twist ending about the identity of a main character
Anyway, I felt like there were some really interesting ideas (about intimacy, familial relationships, a savior complex…) that would surface for a moment before quickly being swept away by unnecessarily complicated plot and some unfortunate flashbacks. Maybe if I had some time to rewatch the movie, I could disentangle some shiny thread of brilliance (like what was up with that rock structure?) from the mess. It’s not that I want everything worked out for me, but I felt like Choke was just lazy in the way that it sloppily tosses some (unconnected?) symbolism in every other scene.
SO. Am I just a jaded film student who can no longer appreciate a good movie when she sees one? I hope not. I want to love them all.
In case this post made you depressed, I’d like to add that I’ve been watching/re-watching a lot of really good movies on DVD lately. Most notably, I saw I <3 Huckabees for the first time and loved it! And I re-watched Two Days in Paris, which is beautiful and great every time. Please watch it.
So I may have gone a little nuts at Crossgates in Albany last weekend. I got some new jeans (I caved and got a pair of skinny, but only because they were $12.50!), some sleek, suede boots, an Obama shirt, some awesome tights including some pretty patterned lavender ones, and my favorite purchase was this white, sleeveless satin dress that I have no idea where I’ll wear but I love because it makes me feel like a little girl in a storybook.
By the end of the day I somehow had in my possession 4 dresses and 7 pairs of tights. So now I feel like a total clothes whore. But it was my birthday?
Maybe I should spend my Urban Outfitter’s gift card on books and furniture? My exploding closet would probably thank me.
So, ok, I haven’t blogged in a really long time. And certain people *cough*Eva*cough* are getting a little antsy which means I’m pissing off about 1/3 of my readership. (The fake cough thing doesn’t really work in text, huh? Or at all. Ever.) But I have excuses! Good ones! Here are some of the things I HAVE been doing recently:
— grading essays!
— having a really fancy birthday dinner at Aquaterra!
— going dancing at the new club Legendz!
— driving a million hours to the apartment in Waterford!
— having a birthday party with my family!
— buying SO MANY THINGS at the mall!
— driving a million hours back to Canada!
— going to Sean’s birthday party!
— having a fever!
— pretending like I’m finally going to get caught up on my schoolwork and then going to sleep instead!
That basically sums up my life in the past few days. I got lots of lovely presents including lots of good books and movies, and a GPS for my car that will hopefully help me since I think I’m borderline retarded when it comes to reading maps and figuring out where I’m going. Sometimes the GPS tells me to go left and I have to look at the picture to remember which way that is. I’m not kidding.
I already miss my parents and I desperately want the house to get built so I can stop sleeping on the living room floor when I visit. Also excited to see what my room will be like. Squee! I love exploring houses.
If you don’t know, Girl Talk is a dj who specializes in mashup remixes of popular hip hop, pop, and your rare disco or oldies tune.
(not that one)
I’ve been hearing about Girl Talk for ages, but the idea of music mashups has never really appealed to me. I feel like most of the time, they end up ruining the songs they borrow from and creating a big, loud mess. HOWEVER, Girl Talk is amazing, you guys. I was finally forced into listening to him over homecoming weekend and although it was a bit of an acquired taste, I’ve decided I really like it. My discovery of this band (?) has dovetailed nicely with my growing affection for music that’s a bit more technified (see: Chromeo, Hot Chip) than I normally enjoy. I’m sure the overwhelming popularity of bands like Daft Punk and Justice is having a major impact on the music industry, and probably influencing my personal taste.
But anyway, I downloaded a ton of Girl Talk today and it is the best music ever for dancing around your room by yourself. It makes sense that an artist like this is becoming popular in an age when our attention spans keep shrinking and our desire to consume more, faster keeps growing. We still essentially want our old favorites repackaged and sold back to us, and that’s what Girl Talk gives us. Songs are culled for prime dance beats and 6 second hooks, and everything else is discarded. It may not be high art, but damn it’s fun to dance to.
I’m trying to write about this movie for my hollywood class right now. It’s actually a pretty interesting movie, thematically at least, but my head hurts and I’m so tired and I still have to do a bunch of film readings before I can sleep tonight. Gahhhh. Wishing I was floating in the middle of the ocean right about now. At least then I could go to sleep.