Take That, Zooey Deschanel

In response to this embarrassingly retarded trailer for the newest, twee-est indie romantic comedy, I made this parody, which I wasn't going to put on my blog because I was in it too much, which is sort of embarrassing, and the ending part goes on too long, but since the three people who saw it seemed to like it and I don't have any other post ideas, here it is! Sorry Dan who I forced into being in this in the first place!

More Mary's Musings: Ferocity, The Subject of

Does anyone want to be my assistant? Sometimes it is just too much work to write a blog post! Basically, you would googleimagesearch stuff and then I'd peer over your shoulder and be like, "No, not that Rick James photo, you fool!" and then I'd throw a diamond-encrusted cell phone at your head. If you are interested, leave a comment!!!

Anyway, sorry my blog posts have been sort of meandering lately, but here's another meandering blog post about fashion blogs.

First of all, a jacket is being passed around in the fashion blogosphere, intended to be styled by various fashion bloggers in their own unique way, as long as said fashion bloggers are a size 2. I guess it is sponsered by the company who made the jacket? Anyway, there's a commercial tie-in of some kind, a chic French commercial tie-in. I don't know. A jacket doesn't even really make sense for this type of thing because it already covers up like half your body so it's difficult to style around and put your own "spin" on; it ultimately looks the same on everybody. If anything, it sort of makes the bloggers look really uniform, and what the hell I can't believe that all fashion bloggers are expected to fit into it! No wonder none of the popular fashion bloggers appear to be over a size 4.


Secondly, I have been thinking a lot about the aesthetics of most fashion blogs, and the current trend of twee, hair-bowed, little-girlish styles. You know, with the hair bows and the white tights and the knock-knees and the Zooey Deschanel and the Erin Featherston.

I do not hate this style, or deny that Zooey Deschanel has great hair/that I have been known to wear a bow or two even though I feel slightly foolish while doing so, but the more I think about it, the more I feel guilty for finding this tweeness personally charming.

Inherantly little-girlish, based upon traditional little girl's clothing, full of empire waists, white tights and smocking and pater pan collars, and the Twiggy/little girl look of the 60's, it is a style for the young, because you can't really wear a bow in your hair once you're out of your twenties, but it also has the potential to infantalize the wearer. It does not jibe well with fuller figures or womanly curves, and even though it obviously has a sexual component, it can easily come across as a passive, gawky, kittenish Lolita vibe instead of something strong and grown-up. It lacks, quite frankly, a certain amount of ferocity.




So, in conclusion, I will not throw away my empire-waisted mini dresses and I still think I need a pair of white tights, but, at the same time, I would like to make an effort to harken back to my real, true fashion idols- the showy, the fierce, the overtly glamourous, the tacky, and the sometimes even crass. It is all very nice to be charming and twee occasionally, and I cannot deny my love of miniatures, fairy tales, or peter-pan collars, but I lately I have felt that my other, non-charming fashion personality (friends may know her as Aquanette, the 70's-era bowling alley whore) is being edged out by the sometimes dangerous cutesiness of this popular look.

We need more fashion bloggers who come from different perspectives and with different looks and bodies and backgrounds, and I think regularly reading the popular fashion blogs can have the same effect as reading a popular fashion magazine- you know, where you forget there are other ways to be stylish besides fitting the mold and wearing the latest trends.

Here are some of fashion icons which I will take inspiration from on the new year, during which I will do my best to advocate for ferocity, glamour, and a lack of lank: