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"Making my way womanfully through middle age" (love that!) and although I always disliked my arms, I recently discovered Tops of Shoulders can have a moment- I am liking those shirts that have cutouts for them. As long as the rest of my arms are covered :)
I have a vivid memory of being told to close my legs while sitting when I was about 5 years old by my Dad who always sat with his legs wide open! I was truly puzzled by this instruction.
The female beard / moustache are by far the most powerful of any. Depends whether you are mighty enough to withstand wielding that kind of power. 'Trousers' is just an innately humorous word. 'Pants' also pretty funny
My first trousers were gold corduroys when I was six. I loved them so much they were threadbare on the knees and had the marks of being let down three times by the time I was finished with them. My sister had the satin disco pants like yours. Very cool.
Love this, Georgie. It also has me wondering how these trends start. It's just a perfectly manicured person in an office somewhere, dreaming this stuff up, isn't it? Or is it the TikTok types? Either way, can we get them to make hairy Hobbit feet a thing? Then I would be unstoppable!
Bring back the lemon trousers! 🍋 I grew up during the grunge heroin chic era, and while I was a naturally skinny kid, I suddenly sprouted massive boobs in mid 90s which did not work with the ripped Pearl Jam t-shirt. Now I’m waiting for big noses, saggy boobs and knobbly knees to come in. My time to shine!
“Shirley Conran’s bonkbuster novel Lace” - OK, I just reread this bananapants novel again last year and was shocked at how much I missed when I first read it as a teenager. What a hoot.
I'm sadly out of step with fashion trends too. When pencil thin eyebrows were in, mine were full. Now that thicker brows are trendy, mine are disappearing fast!
Oh man, this one unleashed so many memories. YES to the frustration of people trying to get me into a dress ("but you can't DO anything in dresses!" I would say, why could they NOT understand this extremely obvious thing??) Also omg the homemade mom clothes, yes. Also I did not want to marry David Cassidy but I did want to snog his younger brother Shaun.
I'm also remembering when skin-tight designer jeans were all the rage among girls at my middle school. Jordache! Gloria Vanderbilt! Even if we could have afforded them (it was all hand-me-downs for me in those days, cue violins), I can't imagine my mom would have agreed to buy them for me (she also thought professional haircuts were a scam--to be fair, given what they cost these days, she wasn't far wrong).
Keep our legs closed? Never! (I too LOL'd at that bit.)
Omg Gloria Vanderbilt! I had a pair of jeans I used to call my snake jeans, because they looked like the jeans Snake Plisskin wears in Escape from New York. Except mine were a lot tighter and probably not suitable for battling evil post apocalyptic gangsters.
I was all for snogging boys (if they were Robert Smith, Morissey or in Duran Duran) but that came a bit later. Donny Osmond also passed me by, but I do remember having crushes on Elvis and James Dean. I just didn't want to marry any of them! I think I knew, even then, that this was not what boys were for ;)
I too am of the era where I was only allowed to wear skirts and a blouse to school. Then we were allowed to wear a pantsuit, and then the following year, all the rules were taken away and I wore a different uniform of sorts - but one of my choosing. Blue jeans, t-shirt, and a plaid men's shirt - which I often stole out of my older brother's closet. He once trashed my room for doing that. Although it was hard to tell the difference between that and its usual state of bedlam.
Honestly the lemon yellow trousers sound kind of punk rock.
Yeah... maybe I just wasn't ready for them!
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"Making my way womanfully through middle age" (love that!) and although I always disliked my arms, I recently discovered Tops of Shoulders can have a moment- I am liking those shirts that have cutouts for them. As long as the rest of my arms are covered :)
Ooh yes! That reminds me of a top I used to own that had cut out shoulders and elbows. Maybe elbows actually did have a moment and I missed it!
I have a vivid memory of being told to close my legs while sitting when I was about 5 years old by my Dad who always sat with his legs wide open! I was truly puzzled by this instruction.
I also preferred trousers.
Yes! It was so confusing 😕
Oh my gosh...this is so relatable, Georgina! I'm here for the elbow trend.
Bring it on!
The female beard / moustache are by far the most powerful of any. Depends whether you are mighty enough to withstand wielding that kind of power. 'Trousers' is just an innately humorous word. 'Pants' also pretty funny
Agreed! I keep a lot of power concentrated in my moustache.
You are funny! I think you made my day today. Thanks! 🤪
Thanks Sandra! And now you've made mine!
I'd like to write an article: Shout out to Venus of Willendorf for normalising women's bodies since Palaeolithic times.
Lol, that sounds great!
My first trousers were gold corduroys when I was six. I loved them so much they were threadbare on the knees and had the marks of being let down three times by the time I was finished with them. My sister had the satin disco pants like yours. Very cool.
Ooh I like the sound of gold cords! Very nice indeed!
Love this, Georgie. It also has me wondering how these trends start. It's just a perfectly manicured person in an office somewhere, dreaming this stuff up, isn't it? Or is it the TikTok types? Either way, can we get them to make hairy Hobbit feet a thing? Then I would be unstoppable!
Maybe we actually need to start Face/Butt magazine for real! How fun would that be? 🤣
:D I’m in! I was wondering when my trendsetter era was going to start!
It'll be like Vogue... shall we call it Rogue?
YES. Can we have a section at the back where we present the moral and ethical dilemmas of readers in a storyboard of cheesily posed photographs?
Absolutely! You can be the photostory editor.
Done. Only models with hairy feet and zero thigh gap need apply.
Bring back the lemon trousers! 🍋 I grew up during the grunge heroin chic era, and while I was a naturally skinny kid, I suddenly sprouted massive boobs in mid 90s which did not work with the ripped Pearl Jam t-shirt. Now I’m waiting for big noses, saggy boobs and knobbly knees to come in. My time to shine!
We'll see you on the cover of Face/Butt magazine yet!
That was hilarious, Georgina.💕
“Shirley Conran’s bonkbuster novel Lace” - OK, I just reread this bananapants novel again last year and was shocked at how much I missed when I first read it as a teenager. What a hoot.
https://open.substack.com/pub/thedistractionist/p/sluts-and-mushrooms?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=36x6j
Utterly awesome, thank you!💕 I also watched the miniseries (Phoebe Cates!).
Ooh I bet I can find it on YouTube or somewhere!
Thanks Sheila! I wrote about Lace a while ago - have a scroll back, it might not have gone into the archive yet. Brilliant book!
I'm sadly out of step with fashion trends too. When pencil thin eyebrows were in, mine were full. Now that thicker brows are trendy, mine are disappearing fast!
I suspect that keeping up with fashion is probably more trouble and expense than it's worth!
Oh man, this one unleashed so many memories. YES to the frustration of people trying to get me into a dress ("but you can't DO anything in dresses!" I would say, why could they NOT understand this extremely obvious thing??) Also omg the homemade mom clothes, yes. Also I did not want to marry David Cassidy but I did want to snog his younger brother Shaun.
I'm also remembering when skin-tight designer jeans were all the rage among girls at my middle school. Jordache! Gloria Vanderbilt! Even if we could have afforded them (it was all hand-me-downs for me in those days, cue violins), I can't imagine my mom would have agreed to buy them for me (she also thought professional haircuts were a scam--to be fair, given what they cost these days, she wasn't far wrong).
Keep our legs closed? Never! (I too LOL'd at that bit.)
Omg Gloria Vanderbilt! I had a pair of jeans I used to call my snake jeans, because they looked like the jeans Snake Plisskin wears in Escape from New York. Except mine were a lot tighter and probably not suitable for battling evil post apocalyptic gangsters.
I was all for snogging boys (if they were Robert Smith, Morissey or in Duran Duran) but that came a bit later. Donny Osmond also passed me by, but I do remember having crushes on Elvis and James Dean. I just didn't want to marry any of them! I think I knew, even then, that this was not what boys were for ;)
Ha! So funny. So true. Bravo, Georgina.
I too am of the era where I was only allowed to wear skirts and a blouse to school. Then we were allowed to wear a pantsuit, and then the following year, all the rules were taken away and I wore a different uniform of sorts - but one of my choosing. Blue jeans, t-shirt, and a plaid men's shirt - which I often stole out of my older brother's closet. He once trashed my room for doing that. Although it was hard to tell the difference between that and its usual state of bedlam.
Ah strange to think that in our lifetime, women wearing trousers was controversial!