Here I am, two and a half weeks into the time period where I have been asleep my 9 and up by 5, and only getting 7 hours of sleep, when I'm a 8-9 hours kind of gal. Not sure what is going on there, other than new schedule changes with taking my boyfriend's daughter to school on the bus every other week, the fact that the bed is less appealing when my boyfriend leaves for work at 4:45am, and general over active brain.
Today, as with any new start to a new semester, I am restless because I am panicking about new teachers and expectations and piles of homework and reading and when the hell will I make my lazy ass pull away from watching 30 Rock and write the papers I am supposed to. Oh then let's add the joy and panic over my summer study abroad I am planning, of happiness of new travel experiences and panic of the money, and time away from my "family" (boyfriend, and his daughter) because damn it I will miss my two people I hold so very dear.
Okay, so I'm getting into the "doom mode" where I think everything is going to fall on my head and blow up in my face and...."shut up Rebecca, everything is fine." Because I forget that not only am I on track with my "5 year plan" or whatever you want to call it, but I am doing better than I thought. Like for instance, Ryan (boyfriend) and I just bought a NEW car! Or the fact I have my own radio show, that I have a pretty good part time job, or that regardless I always seem to manage just fine without having to ask mom and dad for money, very often.
Anyhow, with my overactive mind it snowballs to a lot of different places. So at the moment I am thinking a lot about my research on being woman and hitting my ever favorite costume land with fabric, corsets and design. In costume land there are a lot of thoughts floating around on what dress means for being woman. I mean we're looking at a lot of things changing. For instance one can argue that only in the last 50 years or so did women REALLY put their foot down and demand to dress how THEY want. YET, look at all the uncomfortable expectations of make up and heels and dresses, and not to mention being 6' to be considered "beautiful". Or does anyone think that that really is beauty?
So what did the previous humans think? I mean no doubt in the 18th and 19th century a women going about without a corset would be a scandal, and let's face it usually someone has something to say when a modern women goes without a bra. Yet then I think on men's fashion, and that has not always been a cake walk. I mean men were known to wear corsets, garters for socks, high heels, and they had shirts and vests and coats and today much of it remains very akin it it's 19th century forefather. So, maybe as humans were torturing ourselves and not just one sex or another? Oh but a corset is way more painful than some vests and no wonder COCO CHANEL decided to start wearing the outfits.
Not to mention there are centuries of men and women obsessing over boobs. Their size (too big too small) how they should be constrained to pushed out, whether or not it was okay to breast feed. The list goes on. Yet look at the cod pieces of the renaissance, we can definitely say someone was worried about how those male genitalia looked! Oh and men had to have some pretty damn good legs to pull of those tight pants.
So I don't know where I stand. To quote Oscar Wilde: "Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months."
Maybe that is what it comes down to.
What does clothing say to you? I mean there is no doubt that women enjoyed flouting their wealth in absurd outfits, same as they do today, and no doubt that men have much to say in their clothing choices. So I will attempt to start piecing this together, needless to say, the prehistoric peoples were more worried about survival. Did fashion become part of it all when we became civilized?
Today, as with any new start to a new semester, I am restless because I am panicking about new teachers and expectations and piles of homework and reading and when the hell will I make my lazy ass pull away from watching 30 Rock and write the papers I am supposed to. Oh then let's add the joy and panic over my summer study abroad I am planning, of happiness of new travel experiences and panic of the money, and time away from my "family" (boyfriend, and his daughter) because damn it I will miss my two people I hold so very dear.
Okay, so I'm getting into the "doom mode" where I think everything is going to fall on my head and blow up in my face and...."shut up Rebecca, everything is fine." Because I forget that not only am I on track with my "5 year plan" or whatever you want to call it, but I am doing better than I thought. Like for instance, Ryan (boyfriend) and I just bought a NEW car! Or the fact I have my own radio show, that I have a pretty good part time job, or that regardless I always seem to manage just fine without having to ask mom and dad for money, very often.
Anyhow, with my overactive mind it snowballs to a lot of different places. So at the moment I am thinking a lot about my research on being woman and hitting my ever favorite costume land with fabric, corsets and design. In costume land there are a lot of thoughts floating around on what dress means for being woman. I mean we're looking at a lot of things changing. For instance one can argue that only in the last 50 years or so did women REALLY put their foot down and demand to dress how THEY want. YET, look at all the uncomfortable expectations of make up and heels and dresses, and not to mention being 6' to be considered "beautiful". Or does anyone think that that really is beauty?So what did the previous humans think? I mean no doubt in the 18th and 19th century a women going about without a corset would be a scandal, and let's face it usually someone has something to say when a modern women goes without a bra. Yet then I think on men's fashion, and that has not always been a cake walk. I mean men were known to wear corsets, garters for socks, high heels, and they had shirts and vests and coats and today much of it remains very akin it it's 19th century forefather. So, maybe as humans were torturing ourselves and not just one sex or another? Oh but a corset is way more painful than some vests and no wonder COCO CHANEL decided to start wearing the outfits.
Not to mention there are centuries of men and women obsessing over boobs. Their size (too big too small) how they should be constrained to pushed out, whether or not it was okay to breast feed. The list goes on. Yet look at the cod pieces of the renaissance, we can definitely say someone was worried about how those male genitalia looked! Oh and men had to have some pretty damn good legs to pull of those tight pants.
So I don't know where I stand. To quote Oscar Wilde: "Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months."
Maybe that is what it comes down to.
What does clothing say to you? I mean there is no doubt that women enjoyed flouting their wealth in absurd outfits, same as they do today, and no doubt that men have much to say in their clothing choices. So I will attempt to start piecing this together, needless to say, the prehistoric peoples were more worried about survival. Did fashion become part of it all when we became civilized?
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