Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Summer 1989 ... I mean, 2009

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My posts have been few and far between lately. I apologize for the idiom, but that's the best way I can describe them ... I'm thinking that the post about losing my friend has to win some world records for length, though, so maybe that makes up for the lull.

I've been busy. I'm copy editing and getting paid lately, soon to be full-time with benefits. I'm super happy about this.

I was actually not paying attention to fashion much for a little while there. It seemed rather frivolous, what with people getting laid off and the economy the way it is.

And I suppose, now, it is still frivolous. Despite my getting a job, so many people are still out of work and I can't help but feel a bit guilty about that, especially with the state of my industry. I know I am extremely lucky that I'm no longer out of work and I'm planning on doing some community service on the weekends from now on to give back more.

In the meantime, maybe frivolous things like my blog can at least provide some entertainment. So here goes ... Summer 2009 version ...

From what I can tell so far, this summer is all about the 1980s. It's been inching on us, this crazily unrealistic trend, and now it is here in full blast. It seems odd since that decade is usually considered the "me" decade, full of materialistic tendencies and those can't be running high right now. Then again, lots of people were out of work in the beginning of the 1980s, so maybe that's what this is all about.

I hadn't noticed the trend so much until I visited two of my all-time favorite stores yesterday -- Free People and Urban Outfitters -- and was confronted and affronted by the following ensembles:

(In Free People)

(In Urban Outfitters)

So, to sum up, everything was ugly, ugly and more ugly.

I eventually had to leave both stores because of the searing pain in my eyes. My left eye was actually pretty dry and bothering me, but this experience made the pain both literal and figurative. So, it was figuratively burning my eyes. Take that, all you abusers of "literally."

I only found a total of two items I might consider buying in the stores:

(In Free People)

(In Urban Outfitters)

I guess at least I know that if I ever want to look like Princess Leia on the planet Endor, all I need to do is buy a helmet and one of these:

Sylish, no, But good to know for when I feel like befriending some Ewoks.

I don't know what it is about the return of the fashion trends from one's birth era that makes them so unappealing. Or what it is that makes those kids born a decade later so curious about dressing in those retro styles once they turn about 20. As many people say, these were TERRIBLE the first time. So how they are actually selling this stuff is beyond me.

Any ideas?

I guess I can't be too critical though, considering that Macy's is hawking what they call the "Summer of Love," which I think already happened, but the cool, bohemian looks are calling out to me just the same when I walk by their windows on 34th Street. I was definitely born about 20-30 years too late.

For some reason, I'm really liking that oxymoronic, army green peace sign T-shirt. And despite complaining about them last summer, now I keep thinking I NEED a maxi-dress. I still don't like the word maxi-dress though. There's something excessive about it. When you think about the word miniskirt, any other length would just be called a skirt, right? Maybe not. I guess there can be an optimal dress length and then a maximum dress length. Maybe that's what bothers me about it -- what is the maximum dress length allowed?

Let's just call them sundresses.

As far as grammar gripes go -- I found this on The New York Times Web site the other day (from Schott's Vocab blog):

"Lovers of language can be jealous types, quick to object if the subject of their affections is mistreated by politicians, jilted by marketeers or molested by journalists.

'At the end of the day, guys, you know, it’s about vowing to boldly create a level playing field, OK?, where – to be fair – frankly, and in all honesty … um … the vast majority of very unique issues are literally jaw-dropping, irregardless of the bottom line or the options for synergy and the hope for change.'"

Yeah, that's about right. Click here for more.

Typical grammar issues are bothering me lately. I heard people use the words "me and her" and "me and him" as subjects of their sentences at least eight times today, but part of that was because I inexplicably watched the newest season of "The Real World" on MTV twice.

I really hope the country doesn't have to lay off any more teachers. It seems our education system is failing these kids ... or at least their vocabularies are severely suffering. Just the other day, I heard little Abigail Breslin use the phrase "at the end of the day." The horror.

And I have to admit that even Jimmy Fallon (whom I love) used the words "me and my wife" as the subject of one of his sentences tonight when it should have been "my wife and I" ... but I'll cut him some slack, for obvious reasons ... and because lately he's been wearing some of the funniest sneakers I've ever seen. If anyone can find a photo of his mirrored shoes, please send it to me. They basically look like disco balls.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Unbelievable sense of relief ...

After about a year of searching, I am now employed full-time as an editor at a magazine in NYC. Which means I've essentially accomplished what I set out to do when I moved to New York in May 2003.

There's something extremely gratifying about that. I'm glad I never gave up.

More on all this later.