Fashion shaming. Red carpet fashions. What are you wearing? Wow, that’s pretty. I hate that color on her. It does nothing for her complexion. That slit is too high. My goodness, her whole leg is sticking out. Those earrings are too big they hang clear down to her shoulders. (Insert scratching record to a halt sound.)
First of all, I’m pretty sure everyone there started out with a shower, brushed their teeth, fixed their hair, and put on clean underwear (if they wore underwear anyway). They had their hair and make-up professionally done, donned designer clothes and shoes, are showcasing diamonds everywhere, and we ‘hate that color on them.’ There are shows dedicated solely to discussing who was wearing what and just how good or bad the fabric was that draped their nakedness. Why do we care about this?
We’ve all seen those ‘people of Walmart’ pictures. Someone who shows up at the store where you buy your groceries wearing a bikini, or have poop stains on the back of their pants, or any number of inappropriate things; now that’s when we have every right to be critical. Come-on, people, get a clue. There are children here for goodness sakes.
I bought a pair of Ugg boots last year. The kids love them. Celebrities love them. I got them on sale factory-direct. Yes, I did all the necessary background checks to assure they were genuine Uggs, not knockoffs. My Granddaughter wanted a pair for Christmas. At that awesome sale price I bought two pairs in different sizes. If one didn’t fit, the other surely would. I could either take advantage of their return policy or pass them along to someone else whose feet were the size of the discarded pair. Christmas was only a couple of days away and still no boots arrived. Luckily, her Dad and Step-mom bought her a pair too, but at full price. It didn’t occur to me that anyone else would be getting her the same thing. Admittedly, poor communication on our part. Anyway, we bought the pair from Dad, wrapped them, thankfully they fit, and we were Christmas heroes. Life was good. The day after Christmas the two pairs we originally ordered arrived. Okay, we have now paid for three pairs of these dang boots. I kept one pair, and was so glad to be able to gift the second pair to our other granddaughter gor her birthday. Uggs for everyone!
I proceeded to drown my pair in protective spray which deepened the color and made them stand out from other boots kind of like a burnt orange crayon. Then the suspicions started and second guessing and self-doubt started to creep in. Did I buy knock-offs? No, I’m pretty confident they’re real. The next thought was thank goodness I didn’t give one of these pairs to the young lady who knew what she wanted so definitely. What if she would have shown up at school with boots that were brighter than they should be? She surely would be made fun of if she even decided to wear them at all. Thankfully, that wasn’t an issue because Dad and Step-mom saved the day!
Then, I stopped and thought the fact that the color issue ever crossed my mind was so ridiculous. There are people all over the world who don’t even have a pair of flip-flops, and I’m insecure about a pair of expensive boots being the wrong color. It’s not just me, it’s a regional cultural thing –status, fashion, prestige, respect. What the hell is wrong with us? There’s no big picture thinking going on here; that’s for sure.
The fact that I’m wearing a pair of comfortable fur-lined boots and they’re keeping my feet warm in the freezing cold should be more than adequate for them to earn a gold star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Then again, it’s Hollywood, so for the most part there’s no big picture thinking going on there either… Sandy