Fashion is a Two-Faced Bitch: Clothes Medium


I’m Chicken.  I like to think of myself as a typical Rhode Island Chicken.  But I have a very special gift.  I talk to your clothes. No matter where I go, clothes call out to me,  and I am compelled to help them.  This is not my job.  This is not even my life. This is my blog post.

Episode 1: Scene 1 

As a Chicken, I love shopping!  Today I’m at the Garden City Center with BigB. We’re shopping for yoga clothes, but first we have to stop at Starbucks because I can hear a caramel soy sugar free extra extra macchiato calling my name.  I also hear food products sometimes.   I didn’t mention that before.  
Delicious Latin American Voice:  1, 2,  cha cha cha, 1, 2 cha cha cha, ooohhh want to dance, dance, take me dancing, cha cha cha, let’s dance cha cha cha, don’t be an oaf, cha cha cha, oh why did you buy me if you weren’t going to take…me…danc…ing cha cha cha
Me:  Big B. Do you hear latin music?
BigB:  No I don’t.  Can we go home?
Me:  I hear tango music.  I think it is coming from that guy’s pants over there.  See him?  Wow,  he’s…kinda big….and scary looking… but I have to help these pants.  I’ll be right back.  Don’t forget the whipped cream on my macchiato!
BigB:  Shit, not again.  We can’t go anywhere anymore.
Me:  Excuse me, Sir?  Sir, hi.  What’s your name?
Chuck:  I’m Chuck.  Why?  Whaddaya want?  I’m not buyin’
Me:  Hi Chuck.   I’m Chicken!  I’m a Clothes Medium?  I can hear the thoughts of your clothes?  Chuck do you like to dance?
Chuck:  Whaddahya, a joker or something?  Ya flirtin’ with me?   Sorry, Chicklet, I don’t dance!
Chuck’s Pants:  See?  See what I deal with? He never takes me out, never takes me dancing.  He sits at home with the potato chips and the porn.  Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t mind the porn.  But I was made to dance.

Me:  Chuck, did you like to dance as a little boy?  Did you…Chuck, did you take ballet?
Chuck:  How did you know that?  You been talkin’ to my sister?  I’ll kill her.  I. Will. Kill. Her. This is a joke, isn’t it.  Kimberly?  Kimberly, get the BLEEEP out here.
Chuck’s Pants:  Ohhhhhhhh!  Oooooh you touched a nerve.  Good!
Me:  Chuck, please know that this is your pant’s way of stepping forward and validating your love of dance. Take a Salsa lesson already,  you big goof ball
Chuck to  BigB:  Hey you, over there, ya you.  This your wife?  You gonna get this crazy broad  outta here or we gonna take it outside?  Your choice.
BigB:  Sigh.  We’re gonna take it outside, Chuck.  Nobody calls Chicken crazy except me!  (Scuffle,  xo#$%) punch, SLAM, Bang)
Me:  Mmmm.  God, I love Starbucks.

Two Hours Later with the film crew at Billy’s Frosted Mug:  
Chuck:  Yeah, I gotta admit, I danced when I was a kid.  My mom signed me up. Secretly, I loved it, but guys in the neighbahood made fun of me, ya know, so I quit.  Been completely heterosexual all American ever since. That Chicken, give her credit, she tapped inta something. When I bought those pants, I was thinking they might be great for a night out,  ya know, but I don’t really go nowhere but Billy’s, here, so..not much dancing, ya know? I might havta check out Arthur Murray or somethin’.
Chuck’s Pants:  Yes!  Thank you, Chicken!
BigB: Hey, Chuck, it’s your round.
Episode 1 Scene 2:

Chicken:  I have a private reading today with Michele at her home in East Greenwich. Michele just moved into her home and has been experiencing loud voices, unsettling feelings, overwhelming discomfort, and a sense of suffocation.  She feels her house might be haunted.  I think Michele might have me confused with a different kind of medium. Let’s see what happens. 
Chicken:   Hi Michele, I’m Chicken!  What a beautiful home you ha....
Dark Entity:   Arrrrrgggghhhhh Arrgggghhhhhhhh Geeetttt OUT!  No. I mean Get ME out.  Get me outta here or I will kill this BLEEP BLEEEP, I will. Let me loose.  I’m in helll.
Michele:  Hi Chicken.  So, what I’ve been experiencing here has made me really uncomfortable
Dark Entity:   Mwwaaahhhhhhh, BLEEEPPP….You’re uncomfortable?  You’re Uncomfortable???  Give me a break. Chicken person, help me out here.  I am begging you.
Chicken:  So Michele, you’ve been feeling this…aggression… since you moved in?
Michele:  Oh, before that.  I think it started a few weeks before that. The day after we put in the purchase offer, in fact.  I remember because we went out shopping to celebrate our new house, and after that, I just kept getting this uncomfortable feeling.   It’s tied to this house, I know it is.
Chicken:  Oh you like shopping? I like shopping too!  Wait a second, I have to sage this place, whooo, I love the smell of sage, don’t you?  So tell me, where did you go?  What did you buy?
Dark Entity:  Me! She bought ME…a size too small! Are you gonna help me or are we gonna burn sage leaves all night?  Focus, Chicken!
Michele:  Oh, the usual, you know  Macy’s, Chico’s, Victoria’s Secret,  DSW…
Dark Entity:  Arrrrgggghhhh Worst BLEEEEEEPPP day of my life….
Chicken:  Did you buy a bra that day?   Black lace?
Michele:  Oh my God, I did.  I did buy a bra like that!!!
Chicken:  Oh,  look, see how I just wrote down Bra right here? Please know that this is your Bra’s way of validating the connection.  Your bra is telling me, “Chicken , I can’t breathe. She’s got my straps pulled up to her ears.  And her implants are suffocating me!  That’s what I am hearing.  Does this make sense to you?”
Michele:  Oh my God, it totally does!  My shoulders hurt.  I’ve been in such pain.  I thought it was the stress of the voices.
Dark Entity:  And here we go again, it’s all about you, isn’t it Princess? Are ya kiddin’ me??? 
Michele:  But I look so hot, I’ve been ignoring it.  
Dark Entity:  Well, we do look hot.  Have to give us that.

Chicken:  Michele, did you also buy a pair of of shoes that day?  I’m getting…black….hmmm.  Black  pumps, slingbacks?  

Michele:  Oh my God (starts to cry).  I did. You’re amzaing, Chicken.  I bought a beautiful pair of black sling backs and our new puppy ate one last week.  I miss them so much.

Chicken:  Your bra is bringing forth the shoes, now.  Your shoes want you to know they are fine and they would have given you plantar fasciitis eventually, anyway.  Please take what has been given to you today as a gift and allow your soles to heel.  This is your Bra’s way of saying that, while you do look super hot, it might be time to loosen your straps a little and relax.  Maybe even get a back up bra with a generous cup and nice wide shoulder straps for extra support.  Give your girls and your bra a rest, you know?  You’ve had a beautiful reading today and your bra wants you to know it will  watch over your breasts and keep them supported and safe.  When you hear the song, ‘Wind Beneath Your Wings’, please know that this is your bra’s way of validating its connection to your breasts.  
Later at Michele’s House:

Michele:  I can’t believe how quickly Chicken tuned into my discomfort.  I took off my bra as soon as she left, and I haven’t felt anything but peace, and love, and just this general feeling of well-being ever since.  I think that sage thing she did really worked!
Dark Entity:  
Dark Entity?
Apparently Dark Entity has left the building.
Even Later at Billy’s  Frosted Mug:
BigB and Chuck:  Yo, Dark Entity it’s your round!!!
Episode 1 Scene 3:

Teenager Who Lives in the Basement (TWLITB) just got his permit.  Today, we are getting in some driving practice!  I’ m so nervous!  Look at me.  I’m shakin’ over here!
Me:  TWLITB, I’m trusting you with my life here, and I take my life very seriously.  I have important work to do.  So don’t kill me.
TWLITB:  Chicken, relax, it’s all good
TWLITB’s pants:  hhhhhheeeelpppp meeeee.  I’m gonna diiieeeee.  h-h-h-h-elllpppp.  
Me:  TWLITB, your pants are very scared right now.  Have you talked to them about driving with you? What to expect?  How it’s going to go down?
TWLITB:  What?  What are you talking about?  No, I don’t talk to my pants.  It’s bad enough YOU talk to my pants.  I prefer not to think of my pants as animate objects.
TWlITB’s pants:  Screw you, TWLITB.  The only reason I’m inanimate is because you never wash me.  I’m so tired.  I don’t think I can go on.
Me:  When’s the last time you washed your pants?
TWLITB:  What do you mean, washed them?  Why would I wash them?  I just got them like a month ago.
Me:  Seriously, that’s abuse. No wonder your pants are suicidal.  
TWLITB:  My pants are not suicidal.  Stop it.
Me:  They are.   I”m sorry, we can’t drive today. I’m not going anywhere with suicidal pants.  
TWLITB:  Seriously?
Me:  Note to self:  Must call AAA about driving lessons.
TWLITB’s pants:  So that’s it then?  You’re not going to make him change? You are just going to let me languish here?
Me:  I’ll pray for you, pants.  
Later at Billy’s Frosted Mug:
Chuck, Big B, Dark Entity:  Hey.  TWLITB.  It’s your round.

TWLITB:  I’m not 21
Dark Entity:  Are your pants 21? Come to Mama, pants

Much cackling ensues.  

Tune in next week when Chicken talks to the shoes of a runway model in Milan

Chicken out
Chuck’s Pants.  The fantasy.

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

  1. September 6, 2013 at 2:35 pm

    I aint no clothes Medium for sure. I am more of an X-Large. I have never had my clothes speak that I know of but they have left subtle messages indicating to get out and stay out.


  2. Anonymous
    September 6, 2013 at 5:42 pm

    Hilarious, Chicken, as always! CB


  3. September 6, 2013 at 9:41 pm

    I laughed so hard. (^_^) It's good to see you around the ol' Blogging Hole again.


  4. September 6, 2013 at 11:16 pm

    Hi Suthern-mine leave me subtle messages, too. Like, put down the donut and go for a walk. I get that one a lot!


  5. September 6, 2013 at 11:16 pm

    Thanks CB. You watch LI Medium? Love that show.


  6. September 6, 2013 at 11:18 pm

    Thanks Ashes. It is nice to be back. You must watch Theresa, then…if you don't watch the show, it's probably just confusing and weird. Not that my posts aren't usually confusing and weird…never mind. I'm sure you know what I mean.


  7. September 7, 2013 at 3:37 am

    I haven't watched LI Medium but I still get it. I'd probably get it even more if I did watch … but it's pretty funny regardless.

    If my clothes could talk they'd probably accuse me of overworking the elderly or something 🙂


  8. September 7, 2013 at 12:30 pm

    Jenny_0….do you overwork the elderly? I accuse my kids of that but they just laugh. “What's funny about that?”, I ask them, and they just laugh some more. Overworking the elderly is no joking matter, people! LOL.

    LI Medium is charming, moving and hilarious. According to my pants, who know these things. You can watch clips online if you are interested.


  9. September 7, 2013 at 12:42 pm

    If my clothes would talk, they'd call me “cheapo”.LOL


  10. September 7, 2013 at 12:56 pm

    Munir-my favorite jeans are falling apart and begging to retire. But I'm not going to let them. They are like gold to me, those jeans. Clothes are like people. They don't get really interesting until they've been around for awhile.


  11. September 7, 2013 at 5:18 pm

    Aha! There you go, you're overworking the elderly, too (in case I was being too obscure in my own comment)


  12. September 7, 2013 at 5:53 pm

    You're funny. I wondered if that was what you meant after I responded to Munir!


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