Fashion is a Two-Faced Bitch: Mean Clothes

Hi World,

You know what I hate about clothes?  They are nice to your face until you buy them and then they turn on you.

They make your ass look big behind your back.  They pretend to be blue to get you to buy them, but turn purple in the bag on the way home.  When you confront them,  they stare back at you, all innocent-like, “What?  Me?  Blue? Prove it, Bitch.”

Clothes also love to mess with your head by changing size.  That blouse looks great on you in the store but the minute you cut off the tags it will start its metamorphosis into the most ill-fitting garment Taiwan ever produced.   “Wait a second”, you’ll say,  “Why would I purposely buy a a shirt that somehow appears  to be camouflaging a watermelon, while simultaneously showing way too much  cleavage?  How did that happen?”

Because.  Mean Clothes.

Another trick that clothes find hilarious is the invisible stain/tear. At night, while you fall asleep, fantasizing about running into your secret crush while wearing your hot new dress, that same dress is giggling in the closet with its new friends.   Do you know what they are doing?  Drawing on each other with lipstick,   ripping out their threads, and growing sweat stains.   It’s true.  Don’t expect to catch them at it.  Clothes are sneakier than Santa Claus.

The meanest,  most two-faced  clothes in the universe are made from 100% cotton.  Cotton is the Gywneth Paltrow of fabrics.  Society Darling.  So wholesome looking.  If cotton  had teeth,  you can bet they’d be bigger than a Kennedy’s and overly whitened. Cotton seems to have it all, but it has a dark side. Cotton is moody. Seriously, Cotton should be heavily medicated.  One minute, it’s all granny panties, sweats, and your favorite t-shirt.  Next minute it’s a white dress shirt that gapes at your chest and rides  up your back,  or it’s a dress that looked good exactly once before it lost its shape.  Cotton secretly thinks that you are not good enough to wear it and wishes it was only available in Europe.

If Cotton is the alpha fabric, then Silk is her high-maintenance, neurotic best friend.  Silk is great as long as it’s getting its way.  Silk is the Glenn Close of  fabrics.  It will not be ignored. Do not think, for one second, that you can wear a silk gown to a gala event, and then throw it back in your closet like a cheap rayon slip. You will pay for that mistake with a whole closet full of clothes that smell like body odor. Compliments of Silk. Silk looks normal on the outside but,never forget, it was raised by worms.

There’s probably a new girl in your closet.  She’s called Spandex and she’s in your jeans.  She’s not actually new. She made some unfortunate style decisions in the 80’s and people talked bad about her.  She went into hiding for  awhile, but then she ran into Denim on the sale rack at Walmart one day, and they hit it off.  They’ve been together ever since.  You see them everywhere.  They might look like a classy pair, but give them a few drinks and things  go downhill fast.  They start fighting. Denim says something nasty.  Spandex gets upset and storms out, leaving the seat of your pants hanging somewhere just above your knees.  Call them the Liz Taylor and Richard Burton of clothing.

And that brings us to denim.  Denim is a sadistic a-hole bully most of the time.  Cotton is bad, but cotton is merely vapid.  It doesn’t mean to do the things it does,  it just has no filter. Denim knows better. Denim is streetwise, not to mention manipulative.  It enjoys showing off your butt crack, making your waist scream for mercy, and forcing your intestines to take up residence in your rib cage. It invented muffin top. If you ever expect to get along with Denim, you have to show it who’s boss.  Keep throwing it in your washing machine until it breaks.  This might seem mean,  but so is camel toe.

It is you or them.  If you take just one thing from this post,  please hear this:  Your clothes are nothing without you. You do not have to take their crap.  I heard about a safe house in NYC.  It’s called “What Not To Wear”. They can help.  Call their toll free line, and never be bullied by your clothes again.

Chicken out

Nice Girl.  Victim of Mean Clothes.

  12 comments for “Fashion is a Two-Faced Bitch: Mean Clothes

  1. August 30, 2013 at 4:28 pm

    I have worked in Fashion Industry for over twenty years. My Mom used to be very fashionable and she made sure that all of us( ie our Dad and her six children ) wore the latest fashion and of more than mediocre. standard. Whenever we come across very very expensive clothes at work, my coworkers wonder who buys them. I quickly say that I don't ( because I don't). Then I have to struggle to control saying that my Mom would have.


  2. August 30, 2013 at 5:09 pm

    Hilarious, and it's true.


  3. August 30, 2013 at 11:56 pm

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  4. August 31, 2013 at 12:02 am

    Hi Jenny_o. Thank you for reading and visiting:-). I've never been able to break into my clothes little clique. I am thinking of starting an association of bloggers against clothes who bully. BACWB. But I want a better acronym. Any suggestions?


  5. August 31, 2013 at 1:48 am

    Hi Munir-I can't pull off clothes regardless of the price. I'm a hot mess most days. Fortunately, I never really realize it until I come across my reflection somewhere. So your Dad wore what your Mom told him to? That's awesome. BigB would never wear anything I told him to. On principle.


  6. August 31, 2013 at 5:36 pm

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  7. August 31, 2013 at 5:37 pm

    I'm thinking either SCISSORS or THRIFTBIN but I can't figure out what the letters would stand for 🙂


  8. August 31, 2013 at 7:26 pm

    Ha. Perhaps we should write our manifesto first


  9. dbs
    September 1, 2013 at 9:59 pm

    Even for men. Clothes usually suck, especially pants. Everyone knows this and agrees but some people judge others as “giving up” depending on the comfort level of their clothes. That's bullshit. That's why, on the weekends, when we invite friends over, sometimes we tell them to dress like it's Boxing Day (the day after Christmas here in Canada). I think that's the way it should be.


  10. September 1, 2013 at 10:34 pm

    DBS!! I have heard of Boxing Day, but did not realize there was a dress code. Also, what do you do on Boxing day in Canada. The person who told me about Boxing Day was a snotty trust fund kid from Manhattan and his Boxing day festivities seemed to involve copious amounts of martinis while the servants took down the tree and boxed up the decorations. I'm reasonable sure that comfortable clothes were not a part of this scenario. I've also always suspected this person was not of the background he claimed, particularly as he celebrated Boxing Day the day after New Years. But then again, what do I know? Maybe that's how the Manhahattan Protestant Republicans do it up. In my family, the tree never came down until all the needles fell off, usually mid-February. And there sure as heck wasn't a specific day and more celebrating to mark the occasion.


  11. Anonymous
    September 5, 2013 at 11:58 am

    Oh so now your venturing into the political side of things. The left sided liberal democrats surely would be screwing with traditions. It just a Manhattan thing luv. But yes clothes can be evil. Just try to not take them too seriously.


  12. September 5, 2013 at 12:11 pm

    I will try to not take them so seriously, Anonymous. I will leave that to the uptight republicans. Thanks for reading.


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