Maybe in 1991…?
Went shopping for a few niceties today and, as per usual, exited through Macy’s. Of course, there was a detour through clearance, where I found this pure sweetness on clearance for $5.
Five bucks!
But since I’ve resisted impulse purchases - thanks to binging on Hoarders - I wanted to be sure it fit before I spent a dime.
It reminds me of the bid dresses the girls at colleges across the country are wearing while they hit Tik Tok while rushing Delta Gamma, AOPi, DZ’s, ZTAs, and others. The dress was sweet, flirty, flouncy, but also…
Young. Too young. It fit great - oh, what it did to my waist! - but it just isn’t who I am anymore. I could have gotten away with it for Phi Gamma Nu bid night when I was 22, but not a run to Aldi at 55.
I don’t know how I feel about it other than kind of sad. I wanted to feel pretty, and it just felt like a costume. Like I was trying too hard. Definitely not dressing my age. But I’m not ready to swing the other way toward heavy double knits and old people's clothes.
I’m just saying there's a reason I’ve never skated to Disney either.
I have other thoughts on the phenomenon that is currently rush week at all those southern schools, but that's for another problematic time. I hope all of this is for your own empowerment, ladies, and not exclusively for the approval of the male gaze. Remember how they felt about the Barbie movie.
No comments:
Post a Comment