dressed up like a lady

Jul 23, 2015

Feminasty As I Wanna Be

 Shorts: Nastygal
Shoes: 1st pair Asos, 2nd pair Steve Madden
Sunglasses: Giant Vintage
Bracelets; Various
Feminasty shirt: Auroralady

My friend Aurora designed this shirt. Do you know Aurora? Maybe you know her as Aurora Lady. She's a California based artist, stylist, and shit kicking fun and crazy feminist badass.

I bought this Feminasty shirt from her shop because Jesus, what a perfect sentiment. Feminism is the simple notion that women should have the same rights, opportunities, and freedoms as men. It's not anti-sex. It's not anti-silliness. It's not anti-hearts-and-flowers-and-pink. Look, I'm not putting words in anybody else's mouth, but to me, true feminism means I can be everything. I can be hard and calculated and powerful. I can be hairy and loud and unapologetically in charge. And I can also be demure, flirtatious, beautiful. I can enjoy being desired. I can be outrageous, I can be sexual, I can be glamorous, I can be downright freaky and nasty if I want. You starting to freak out? Well, get this -- I can even enjoy being the subject of the male gaze, motherfuckers. I should be able to do all of it because NONE OF IT NEGATES MY INTELLIGENCE OR MY DIGNITY.

What the fuck kind of backwards, narrow-minded, Puritanical culture do we live in where this even needs to be stated out loud? Are there really people out there who believe if a woman likes being hot, that means it's okay for you to think there is NOTHING else about her that's worthy of note? ASININE. Are there seriously folks who need it explained to them that a woman can be happy that you find her desirable, but that still doesn't mean you automatically get to have sex with her? FUCKING LUDICROUS. But of course there are those people out there, there are countless hordes of them, screaming loudly. They're screaming louder by the minute because they know the sun is setting on their dumbass reductionist world. Goodnight, assholes. History is already wincing and shaking its head about you existing.  

So hey, let's try employing more than a toddler's level of black and white thinking. Here's an example: I don't think young girls should be taught by the commercial media to see themselves as sexual objects before they've had the chance to develop their own healthy adult sexualities. That doesn't mean I think a fully grown woman doesn't have the God given right to revel in her own sexuality without shame. Starting to see the light? Okay, try out this intellectual exercise: The fact that women have historically been dehumanized and sexually objectified doesn't mean that for the rest of time, being a sexual object automatically means being dehumanized. It means society needs to grow the fuck up. There is no reason for these two conceits to be inherently, causally connected. The idea that a woman has to pay for the privilege of you liking the way she looks by sacrificing her respect and safety is just straight up, old school boneheaded, and kids walking the halls of today's elementary schools will hear it the way we heard about 15th century doctors drilling holes in people's heads to let the demons out. How about it's just wrong to dehumanize people? How about making a dude pop a boner cedes ZERO GROUND to the patriarchy? Because when jerks try to use that as a reason to treat a woman with less dignity and respect, that's them being shitheads. 

So yeah, when I wear this shirt, that's what I think of. Society evolving into an entity that doesn't tolerate shithead behavior right before our eyes, moving too slippery and fast even for the corporate and political powerbrokers to stop it. Thanks, Aurora.

Jul 7, 2015

Let Freedom Ring

Hey, have I ever shown you guys the ridiculous hood of my car?

When my trusty last car died, I had to confront the long-held fantasy that my "next car" would be a vintage black late-'70s Trans Am with a big, gold Firebird on the hood. You know, like the Smokey and the Bandit car.

It's probably just my small town Michigan roots--I grew up around a lot of garages and barns full of dudes overhauling muscle car engines. 

But it obviously wasn't a wise idea for me to actually purchase and rely on a car like that. I'm not a real gearhead, so I wouldn't be able to maintain it without a major lifestyle change. And besides, I live in a climate with epic, snowy, ice-coated winters. And muscle cars have fucking rear wheel drive! Ridiculous!

So I got another drive-it-til-it-dies Civic. It just happened that the Civic I got is the S.I. "high performance" edition, with 197-hp. Not exactly Fast and Furious material but she really is torquey. She accelerates so fast, I skip shift from second to fourth gear all the time. And she hopped a 1 ft. tall ice wall for me one time when I got plowed into my parking spot. So there's that! But still, she's a low-emission utilitarian econobox, and as far from badass as you can get without driving a minivan or a Taurus.

So as an act of both burning tribute and open self-mockery, I decided that if I couldn't get a kickass Trans Am, I might as well emblazon my Civic with that badass Firebird logo. Most people giggle when they see it, which was my hope. Anyway, I always wanted to pose on top of a car like Tawny Kitaen in that one '80s music video. If the glamorous Tawny does her posing on the hood of a Jaguar, then it makes sense I'd do mine on the roof of a hail-beaten Civic hatchback. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Mouth print swimsuit: Rando Ebay find
Sunglasses: Giant Vintage
Dollar sign earrings: Belonged to the mom of an awesome work friend

Jun 17, 2015

Easy Like Sunday Morning

I finally got one of these Australian sex-fairy dresses from My Sunday Feeling.

lol Enjoy my classy, bandaided finger.

Clogs: Jeffrey Campbell via Ebay
Bracelets: Various

This ethereal dirndl-cum-lovefest from the goddesses at Australian boutique My Sunday Feeling is officially my favorite dress of the summer. I've loved and admired their breezy yet brazen pieces for a few years now, and I'm sure this is only the beginning of an intense addiction. You should definitely check them out. Their web shop is lustworthy, but their instagram is possibly an even better source for gorgeous, limited stock beauties.

Jun 10, 2015

More vintage frames!

My unhealthy obsession with vintage glasses rages on.

Top: Nastygal
Shorts: rando via Ebay
Clogs: Ugg via Ebay
Bracelets: various
Vintage frames: Justthegoodstuff

These oversize purple tortoise shell circular frames are from JusttheGoodStuff. I had them fitted with my Rx at replacealens.com and surprise, surprise, they're my new favorites. :)

Jun 3, 2015

Happy Birthday, Gbear!

Gbear turned eight, and that means it was time for a party! Here are some highlights from the extravaganza. The complete set is over at our little family blog.

Gbear was so happy to have her gram there! I love how tiny my mom looks next to me in photos. Though her body is the only thing small about her.

This cake was not originally meant to match my Lumpy Space Princess themed outfit -- I wasn't the one having a birthday! Gbear asked for her frosting to be blue and purple, but unfortunately, I messed up the first batch and didn't have enough blue to make it anything but purple on the second. For her own part, Gbear didn't mind at all. She just wanted cake.

"When does the cake get here?..."

Best picture of me ever taken.

Ridiculous LSP casual cosplay themed outfit:
Tutu skirt: Glamorous via Nastygal
Shoes: Shellys London via Nastygal
LSP tank: Ebay
Gold star: Ordered a cheap yellow star barrette that didn't come in time so I put on some star head boppers

The forecast had called for rain, so we set up some indoor activities, like the inflatable light sabers pictured above, and this last-minute photo booth.

But then the sun came out, so we barely used it! It was water-fight weather!

Me attempting to flee the shot until MC called me back...

Apparently, someone lost a lock of hair on the door and wasn't too concerned about it. That's what I call a party!