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Jul. 2nd, 2004 09:41 amIf I had a cranky-pants or a 'fuck off, world' icon, I would surely be using it. Instead, I'll go with the vaguely threatening.
I dislike it when things that are supposed to be diversions get rancorous and cranky-making. I'm not saying I don't want to be drawn into a discussion, but when I'm getting stressed out and upset by words on a screen? I start weighing the cost-to-benefit ratio.
Speaking of stressed-out, I am very much so. I've got a ball of tension right above my sternum, making it all tight and heavy. I know part of it is residue from the trip, and part of it is not having seen Z for nigh on two weeks, but it's not fun. I've been thinking mean horrible things about random strangers, snarling at people, blecchy behavior in general. Gah.
I'm also spending money like water right now. We can afford it, yes, and it's necessary, yes, but eugh. It freaks my starving-artist self right the fuck out to drop so much money on things like fabric and paper. On the flip side, invitations are going out today, and the Chinese silk brocade that I bought for my corset is freakin' gorgeous. I was very close to crying tears of happiness when I found it. It's so pretty.
I went to David's Bridal last night to attempt to find a skirt. I'm thinking I want a full length, A-line or ballgown silver skirt in either silk or satin. I found one that I liked, and tried to try it on. That's when the nightmare started. You have to register when you come in at the "salon" (really, the front desk), and a "consultant" comes and takes you to the dressing room, etc. Basically, they're running it like a bridal salon when the store looks like a big discount dress store. Which, oh wait, is what it is. Anyway, I had to wait for 10 minutes for my "consultant" to get to me so I could try on one. bloody. skirt., and I started getting more and more freaked out. It's not about the marriage thing, but about the whole culture surrounding it and the expectations put on this one day and on people's - especially women's - behavior all the way through it. It's fucking skeevy. The whole bridal industry is starting to feel like one big fucking con. I have the same opinion of the fashion industry, but I figure, eh, it's clothes. The bridal industry feels almost predatory, making women feel like this one day has to be perfect when they're already (rightfully) a little freaked out about this big step thay they're taking. All the pictures are glossy and mostly white folks and so very het (which, I know, same-sex marriage isn't in the mainstream, but I have the right to be put off anyway) and just... eugh. What it comes down to, for me, is that almost everything I read and see feels like they're trying to create Stepford Brides. (I have nothing but thanks for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sowilo who sent me The Anti-Bride Book, which goes a long way toward trying to counter that phenomenon. But it's one lonely book against the weight of DeBeer's and Vera Wang.)
I'm babbling. Suffice it to say, I'm worthless for human consumption. Today.
I dislike it when things that are supposed to be diversions get rancorous and cranky-making. I'm not saying I don't want to be drawn into a discussion, but when I'm getting stressed out and upset by words on a screen? I start weighing the cost-to-benefit ratio.
Speaking of stressed-out, I am very much so. I've got a ball of tension right above my sternum, making it all tight and heavy. I know part of it is residue from the trip, and part of it is not having seen Z for nigh on two weeks, but it's not fun. I've been thinking mean horrible things about random strangers, snarling at people, blecchy behavior in general. Gah.
I'm also spending money like water right now. We can afford it, yes, and it's necessary, yes, but eugh. It freaks my starving-artist self right the fuck out to drop so much money on things like fabric and paper. On the flip side, invitations are going out today, and the Chinese silk brocade that I bought for my corset is freakin' gorgeous. I was very close to crying tears of happiness when I found it. It's so pretty.
I went to David's Bridal last night to attempt to find a skirt. I'm thinking I want a full length, A-line or ballgown silver skirt in either silk or satin. I found one that I liked, and tried to try it on. That's when the nightmare started. You have to register when you come in at the "salon" (really, the front desk), and a "consultant" comes and takes you to the dressing room, etc. Basically, they're running it like a bridal salon when the store looks like a big discount dress store. Which, oh wait, is what it is. Anyway, I had to wait for 10 minutes for my "consultant" to get to me so I could try on one. bloody. skirt., and I started getting more and more freaked out. It's not about the marriage thing, but about the whole culture surrounding it and the expectations put on this one day and on people's - especially women's - behavior all the way through it. It's fucking skeevy. The whole bridal industry is starting to feel like one big fucking con. I have the same opinion of the fashion industry, but I figure, eh, it's clothes. The bridal industry feels almost predatory, making women feel like this one day has to be perfect when they're already (rightfully) a little freaked out about this big step thay they're taking. All the pictures are glossy and mostly white folks and so very het (which, I know, same-sex marriage isn't in the mainstream, but I have the right to be put off anyway) and just... eugh. What it comes down to, for me, is that almost everything I read and see feels like they're trying to create Stepford Brides. (I have nothing but thanks for
sowilo who sent me The Anti-Bride Book, which goes a long way toward trying to counter that phenomenon. But it's one lonely book against the weight of DeBeer's and Vera Wang.)I'm babbling. Suffice it to say, I'm worthless for human consumption. Today.
