Fashion and Grammar Gripes

2010-02-01T01:52:00.000-08:00

Needed to get this off of my chest ...

2009-10-27T18:39:00.000-07:00

Here's a quick post, just so I don't forget.

Please, please, please stop using the word "me" as the subject of your sentences. Some examples:

Me and her went to the movies.

Me and him have some issues.

Me and him have been going out for a year.

It's "She and I," "He and I" and "He and I" once again. "I" is a subject. "Me" is an object. This is something I learned when I was at least 8 years old.

I can't take hearing people talk like this and having to bite my tongue any longer.

Whew, I feel better now.

I'll post more later.

The Writing Project

2009-08-09T17:06:00.000-07:00

My boyfriend has left for the weekend and he has this giant iMac computer in the most secluded part of our apartment -- it is like this big machine that I never ever touch -- but now that he is gone, here I sit behind it. Which makes me feel like I should probably post something here.

Normally I write on the little laptop, but he took it with him on his trip to his parents' house.

I'm not really that interested in writing about fashion today. I get to edit stories on it for real now, on a near-daily basis. So maybe that need is being satisfied.

In any case ... I need to make some headway on my book. I've been writing it on the train, but sometimes I am too tired to stick with it. Last night, I saw "Julie and Julia" with my mother, who was up for a visit. Something about watching this 30-year-old in Queens embark on this huge project that involved writing every day really inspired me.

The movie was definitely more empowering for women than anything I've seen in a long time. Despite the fact that it was about cooking.

But there was a time when cooking was "men's work," especially if it was seen as an art, so for someone like Julia Child to think she could study it with a bunch of men was probably considered absurd back in the 1940s.

I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this ... I guess it's that there was a part in the movie where each of the protagonists, Julia Child in 1950s Paris and Julie Powell in Queens, NY, in about 2002, received word that a book they had written was going to be published. And both wanted to be able to find some kind of purpose in their lives ... to take what was their passion and share it with others. Julia did so with a lengthy cooking book, which ended up having a large-scale effect on so many women. And then the modern-day character, Julie, used that cooking book to jumpstart her life and find something she really loved doing. She found herself surrounded by "writers" who had achieved some kind of mainstream success and couldn't figure out how to do that on her own, despite the fact that her husband constantly encouraged her writing and told her how talented she was.

I should probably attach some kind of spoiler alert to this post. Sorry if you've yet to see this movie ...
Anyway, I want to have that feeling in my life ... that is all that I'm saying. Maybe I should update my process in this, in finishing my memoir ... or at least my process in finishing this essay I've started for The Sun (a literary magazine that recently asked me to contribute).

My boyfriend works and socializes with several young writers, people trained in fiction writing, who have published one book if not many. People who are well-known now, although they may not have been when I first met them.

There is no reason why I can't be brave enough to be one of these people. And I'm not saying that I want any kind of notoriety. Just that I want to succeed with putting my stuff out there ... stuff that is not just journalism, which is my main profession, but the writing that is more free-form for me ... because my sense is that I could have a strong impact, just maybe ... and just maybe have that same sense of fulfillment those characters have in that film.

(The moment Julia discovered that her book would be published.)

I'll have to keep updating on here ... maybe this can be a motivator .... who knows.

In the meantime, here's a great article on the movie and Nora Ephron.

Summer 1989 ... I mean, 2009

2009-06-24T17:14:00.000-07:00

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.

Unbelievable sense of relief ...

2009-06-16T02:26:00.000-07:00

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.

On a personal note -- sorry, fashionistas, I needed this ...

2008-07-28T02:45:00.001-07:00

I've figured out that I need to raise somewhere between $1,500 and $2,000 by December for my friend's wedding, which will be impossible if I don't get a full-time job soon.

Stressed? Yes, although I have to say, that's a pretty ugly word. And it's really over-used these days. Still. I'm not really upset about the situation -- it will be a wonderful time and they have decided on this crazy-luxurious resort in Jamaica -- a seven-room villa with its own personal butler, chef and housekeeper, not to mention a private pool and two golf carts! Like I need a golf cart, but still ... I read somewhere that Queen Elizabeth once stayed in this resort.

My friend is paying for my room, but I still have to pay airfare and for this meal plan that will last for the three days I am there. Oh, did I mention that the resort also has a few miles of private beach?

All that money does not include paying for the bridal shower and bachelorette party, so I figure it will end up around $2,000. But I'm sure I will get that new editor job to replace the old one in no time ... it is strange to have another reason to have to get one, other than my own well-being. I guess I didn't have these kinds of responsibilities before. My boyfriend (who works from home) has been getting rather annoyed with me being around so much lately ... as I mentioned, I was sick for about a month for reasons I won't go into ... and he was great with taking care of me. But not being able to leave the house got kind of old.

And now I have this part-time job for his company that I am learning how to do still. My training is in journalism -- in magazine and newspaper editing. I am a crackerjack copy editor -- my last boss used to tell me that I had very talented eyeballs, which I found ironic because of my Duane's syndrome, but I guess I compensate nicely -- and now I am editing fiction, which is another animal altogether. I did well with the first book and got to meet the author the other night at his reading in New York. He was pleased with my edits and he said "we did a nice job together" which gave me such a nice feeling. But this week, I heard complaints that I had basically corrected too much in the last two books I edited -- that I had added too many commas and appropriate punctuation marks, used AP style to change spelled-out numbers to numerals where needed and to abbreviate dates and state names, etc. One author was particularly angry, and that is something I've never experienced before. In fact, I've gotten used to reporters or higher editors being very happy with my edits and either learning from me or feeling that they could rely on me to get it right.

Thank goodness my boyfriend vouched for my abilities (he is the book designer), but going forward, I am going to have to use a very light touch with these books. Only misspellings from now on, maybe. Or if it is drastically wrong, I will definitely change it.

This has been an odd summer, to say the least. I feel like lots of things are happening in a way that I have no control over ... and it is up to me to react to them appropriately. My step-dad has this favorite saying about how you can tell a person's character from how they act when things are not going well ... but I think you can tell even more from how they react when things are going well one week, not so well the next, well the next week ... and up and down like a roller coaster.

Because that is how things seem lately. That is a much stronger test of faith and I am trying not to be a brat or "stressed" about things ... but it is not easy.

A time for every season and fashion

2008-07-16T23:12:00.000-07:00

I have a meeting today with a magazine editor whose work I have respected for some time ... and I am very nervous. Since I was sick for most of the past two weeks and I've been indoors quite a bit since getting laid off (which kind of sucks for summertime!), I'm concerned that I'll come across as less social than I normally am. I wonder about the timing of this ... I could have e-mailed this editor two years ago when I discovered that she contributed to my boyfriend's lit. journal, but I was too intimidated ... it was one of those deals where the thing you want the most is also the thing that scares you the most. I just plain was not ready.

Now, it turns out that I am copy-editing her short story collection next year and I mentioned to my editors that I would love the chance to talk with her, especially about how to go about recovering from my layoff and moving on to the next step for me in magazines. Working for a print magazine is super-scary right now. I only had my first job at one for five months, but I loved it and I know for sure that it is what I want to do.

Anyway, this could be a fantastic opportunity and I hope I do not ruin it for myself just because I am nervous. I just have to remember that I don't have to prove anything to this person ... I just have to be myself. Right?

Still debating on whether I should bring in a binder full of my published clips ... she said she would like to help me get a meeting with a talent recruiter at Hearst, which makes it all the more fitting that my boyfriend and I rented "Citizen Kane" on Friday night. Not that "Citizen Kane" is encouraging for journalists ...

If I do get the opportunity to meet with this talent recruiter -- as I'm guessing I will, unless I seriously blow it tomorrow or spill scalding, hot coffee on this editor's lap -- it might also be helpful that my favorite journalism professor used to work for him. I was rather surprised to discover that ... as much as people might complain about online journalism replacing print journalism, I mean, c'mon, this medium can provide excellent research tools. As long as you are smart enough to know what to believe and what not to ... which is the danger of it, of course. Maybe we need Kane telling all of us what to believe. Oh wait, we have tabloids for that ... and our government.

Scary times ... but also rather synchronistic times. At least for me at this very moment. The past month I said a couple times that I hoped God had some kind of project he was working on for me because things were pretty damn sucky and surprisingly so. Yes, I added a "y" to create an adjective.

I apologize for the attempt at insight and the over-usage of ellipses ... this is how I write when thinking things out. I promise I'll be back to fashion and grammar nonsense soon ...

Here is something to tide you over, however:

Seems that Urban Outfitters and those born between 1985 and 1995 still have a memory lapse when it comes to terrible 1980s fashion. Yes, this pair of gorgeous, Dwight-Shrute-esque glasses are really, truly available on the Urban Outfitters Web site right now. I know I'm a bit out of touch on hipster fashion since leaving New York, but if I see someone wearing these at any point this weekend when I go into the city ... well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I'm only going to feel truly old when mid-1990s fashion comes back in style ... yeah, I know grunge has made a slight reemergence, but it's not really in full-effect anywhere yet. I did see a suit-warehouse commercial in York, PA, a month ago, though, which featured four models dressed in a variety of crayola-colored suits reminiscent of Color Me Badd, circa 1994. Hence the band name? Maybe they were colored extra bad, so it required that extra "D"? Imagine trying to explain that musical phenomenon to a 14-year-old, as my boyfriend's nephew saw the commercial with us and had no clue what we were talking about. "You've never heard of 90210?"

Thank goodness VH1 broadcasts shows like "I love the '70s". I don't think I remember much of anything earlier than 1982, and if I do, it is in this weird bottom cabinet in the back of my brain. My boyfriend couldn't believe that I had never heard of some weird antiquated video game called "Merlin" that they mention on "I love 1978" (he was born in 1974 -- go figure). Anyway, it made me feel young, which was fantastic.

Yes, I am still watching too much television lately.

MOHs and Ann Taylor

2008-07-09T00:45:00.000-07:00

My best friend is currently planning her wedding for December and I get to be the Maid of Honor, so I thought I'd make a habit of posting fashion details on here, just for the sake of gathering a consensus. Now I can't post her dress, of course, because her fiance might stumble across this blog. But for the time-being, let's just say that so far this is my favorite choice (if it were me getting married). Yes, I am a bit of a princess.

As for the bridesmaid dresses:

It's rather convenient that the models pictured here have both lighter- and darker-colored skin as it will be me and two Chinese girls wearing these dresses in some tropical locale. I hope my skin doesn't get as red as the dress just before wearing it (I tend to burn before I tan). Overall, though, I think these were a nice choice.

My friend said she wants to wear flip-flops with her dress, because she will be on a beach and people won't be able to see her feet anyway. But then she thinks the other girls should wear silver, strappy heels. I said, "Why should we wear shoes if you don't have to?" I was kidding, of course. But still -- I imagine it might be difficult to navigate across sandy dunes in heels.

In any case, I'm thrilled to be an MOH -- that's what the cool bridal sites call "Maid of Honor." I use the term "cool" loosely. I think I do very well with having tasks delegated to me, though, if that makes any sense. It also helps that I'm currently unemployed and aching for something to do other than my part-time copy editing. Hence the revival of this blog!

My next task is to search for a pretty makeup tutorial for Asian women (the bride is also Chinese). Any one know of one online?

As for recent grammar and fashion gripes ... I recently read an interview in "In Style" magazine that used the word "shockaroonie," which caused me to do a double-take. Mostly because it's just not a word. Later in that same article, Anne Hathaway said she tried to become more "muscle-y" when she could just as easily have said "muscular." Oh, Anne. And I thought you seemed so bright and proper. Then again, she must be going through hell right now with her ex's exploits and she was really good in "Get Smart," so I should probably cut her some slack.

Two pages after that interview, I discovered a pretty horrid neologism in an ad, but I can't remember what it was this second ... I'll have to check it out when I get the issue back from my mother.

Which brings me to my craving of the moment -- aviator sunglasses. Just saw "Wanted" with my boyfriend (it was his second time watching it since he loooooves Angelina Jolie) and I was seriously inspired by Angelina's awesome aviators. I discovered this pair in Ann Taylor the next day:

My mother, on the other hand, has been wearing a pair of Baby Phat sunglasses all summer without her knowledge, which is terribly chic and funny at the same time.

When I pick up those sunglasses, I might have to also pick up this sundress, as I've been searching for one all summer and I'm going to a garden party this weekend:

This item is also from Ann Taylor, which is apparently the place to be this summer. For me, anyway.

2008-06-29T21:30:00.000-07:00

Today I'm thinking there is something disturbing about the reaction of Gene Simmons' kids to his face just after his plastic surgery (see "Gene Simmons Family Jewels" clip show). Equally disturbing is Corey Haim hiring a personal assistant whose main functions seem to be finding him work, making all his phone calls, lighting his cigarettes, and giving him emotional support and giant bear hugs that last for at least five minutes each time.

I've been watching too much A&E.

AP Stylebook updated

2008-06-27T08:52:00.000-07:00

African-American is now acceptable, plus iPhone and 9/11. Check it out here.

summer of fashion confusion -- 2008

2008-06-17T00:35:00.000-07:00

OK, so here's what's happening right about now ...

Fashion is not entirely annoying me this summer, but it's somewhat confusing. The new trend in dresses is the maxi dress, last seen in such great numbers in the 1970s. I know because I still have my mother's maxi sundress hanging in my closet. Why this is back in style this summer, I'm not entirely sure, although I think it has something to do with driving all of us who bought short, short mini dresses and mini skirts last summer completely bonkers.

Fortunately, I was not about to buy one of those so-short-it-looks-like-I-forgot-to-wear-pants dresses, although I did buy a bubble dress which is a total no-no now. Sigh.

Then we have the pin-up styles coming at us from all sides this summer. The retro look has been popular for a couple years (see earlier Christina Aguilera post), and we've been warned not to combine our black cat's-eye eyeliner with bright red lips for fear of looking garish. One or the other was fine, but never together. Now the rules have changed and celebs (I apologize for that term, but what the hell else are they?) are wearing the heavy black eyeliner with the dark, red lips, thinking they might fool us into mistaking them for Marilyn or Rita. Starlets are even posing in remake photos these days (i.e. Jessica Simpson and Lindsay Lohan). Are we so out of ideas that we have to return to a full-on pin-up look? Is this what is bound to happen in wartime?

My brother just hosted a 1950s party, and it was extremely easy to find a costume -- I just wore the most recent pencil-skirted shirt dress from Express. Belted waist and all. 1950s? 2008? Who can tell?

Then we've got the hugest trend of the summer -- gladiator. It seems the draping and folding and draping and folding that Rami designed in every single one of his creations for Project Runway (Season Four) have taken hold of most women aged 18-34 this summer. Sometimes they combine their Grecian dresses with wrap around gladiator sandals. Sometimes not. Either way, the look is rather costume-y. And you know how I hate adding "y" to create new words, so I must be serious about this.

The sandals themselves are cute when they don't go all the way up to the knees. They're being advertised as the most flexible sandal ever -- to be worn with shorts and dresses! Wait, aren't most sandals like that? I'm confused.

I always thought those sandals worked best with dresses because they are usually worn with togas. Just before my magazine interview in NYC last week, I spotted herds of young women wearing gladiator sandals in various heights and colors, and for a moment, I thought I was in a chariot race.

It looks like those side-swept bangs of years past might be just now fading out of style, but to replace them, we've now got big bangs. Like straight-down-your-forehead, heavy bangs. I will never, ever, ever be able to wear these. They say it makes people look younger because it's such a girlish look, and it seems to be a big hit with the hipsters, but I swear if I ever tried to pull that off, my face would look like a big fat tomato. Not that it would be red, but straight bangs tend to make most faces look wider.

Little forehead + small eyes + wide cheekbones + square jaw = no bangs!

I'll have to update this more often this summer because this is about all I've got right now. As far as grammar goes ... "at the end of the day" and "it is what it is" continue to haunt my eardrums. A new one I've been hearing quite often is "in the industry," which I think people like to say so that they appear to be some sort of insider or expert on a field ... when most likely, they have no clue what they are talking about. Or they are describing something that they think is unique to their "industry" but probably is not.

People are still saying "to be honest" pretty often, but this seems to be dying down, thank goodness. Just as the current administration's tour of duty is dying down ... did I just say "tour of duty"? Another cliche I hate! Ack!

The best neologisms I've heard in weeks came in an email I received from my cousin who is writing the great American novel. In the email, he called himself a "Momentum Fictionist." I'm still not entirely sure what that means, but I love it.

And the requisite trend-setters of the moment ...

1970s maxi dress (if you know who this is, please tell me -- I haven't a clue) ...

Ava Gardner demonstrating 1950s-style makeup application ...

Angelina Jolie in Grecian garb in Alexander ...

self-explanatory hipster bangs.

Fashion and Grammar Gripes -- yes, I'm back, Sept. 21, 2007

2008-06-05T15:20:00.000-07:00

Well kids, this is not going to be a traditionally irritated post because I'm in a fairly good mood lately.

That said, the new fall trends aren't bothering me a whole heck of a lot.

I'm getting used to this whole black-tights-with-everything idea. Looked good in high school with jumpers, looks good now with jumpers, albeit with a more 1960s vibe.

I've yet to buy any, nor do I have any fall-appropriate-length dresses and skirts to wear with the new black tights. But when I can, I will, and when I do, I will wear them nearly 24-7, at least, that's what the back-to-fall magazines predict.

I'm sure I'll end up wearing jeans most of the time anyway.

But really, I don't have any major problems with this fall ... lots of black and gray? Excellent. Both are slimming, both are attractive on everyone.

I don't love jewel tones, but they're not really that big of a deal.

Jeans are all over the spectrum now, which can be kind of confusing, but I like the whole individuality approach.

Clutch purses are getting a lot of attention lately, which is fantastic since I bought a faux-croc one in 2004.

Mary-Janes are back in shoes, which is great. I haven't decided yet if my Steve Maddens from 2002 might pass for new.

Flats are still very in, and so are platform pumps. Stilettos are still OK, but thank goodness they are no longer the only really trendy shoe. My feet are rejoicing.

Everyone's talking about bright colors showing up in various places, but that's been happening since 2003 when red sneakers were near omnipresent.

Which brings me to a slight grammar issue. "Popping."

Why is everyone saying that certain things need to "pop" all the time lately? It reminds me of Bob Ross (the late painter). Let's make the happy trees pop.

"At the end of the day" is still alive and well, but "it is what it is" is inching on it.

My main irritation as of late is not with grammar nor fashion. It's with celebrity "news." I'm a little disgusted after reading some recent interviews with Ashley Olsen and Lindsay Lohan. I no longer feel sorry for these girls, considering that they are millionaires, but at the same time, I feel very sorry for the American people who seem to think it is perfectly normal to be obsessive about celebrity lives. Nobody ever said they were saints -- they're irresponsible, young adults with a lack of education and way too much money and fame to know what to do with. We watch them self-destruct like it makes us feel better about ourselves, like they have no feelings and no right to any kind of privacy. Who the hell cares anymore what purse Paris is carrying? Does it really matter how pregnant Nicole Richie looks or how "fat" and drugged Britney Spears appears to be?

The most detrimental part of all of it is how it is affecting their peers ... I don't know how I would have reacted if this kind of phenomenon had existed when I was in college. All I had to deal with was a lot of nonsense about Britney and Christina and Jessica and Mandy and Backstreet Boys ... basically just a lot of bad music and slutty fashion hitting the scene. Thank God I knew very little about their social lives. Major magazines weren't hurling that info at me like they do today. I think if I were a college student today, I would be all the more aware of my image (do I look too slutty? do I look too thin? too fat? healthy enough? do i look too drunk? do i wear the right clothing to make sure I look rich and sophisticated? am i wearing underwear?) and I would no longer want to major in journalism. Because I would have very little respect for the "journalism" that's hurting these kids.

Which brings me to my major annoyance with fashion trends right now -- fedoras, big sunglasses and scarves. Worn by themselves, they are fine. Worn together, it's clearly the sign of a celebrity in disguise. The irony of so many eye-candy celebrities wearing fedoras with big sunglasses is that now everyone wants to wear fedoras with big sunglasses, or big sunglasses with scarves.

They are wearing these as protection, people. Do you see any paparazzi around you? Then take off the damn hat and shades.

Thank goodness Britney's wigs and hair weaves never caught on.

Fashion and Grammar Gripes -- issue 500, May 18, 2007

2008-06-05T15:12:00.000-07:00

Somebody please tell me why super-short shorts and super-short dresses are trendy right now ...

Mod mini-dresses and late 1970s-era hot pants have no business coming back in style just after I've finished an all-cheese diet and gained 12 pounds. (I had been on a no-cheese diet for six years for medical reasons, so I went a little nuts with the pizza and cheeseburgers as of late).

Also annoying ... the Hollywood pin-up look is huge right now. Huge! I mean it's kinda cool to look like Grace Kelly or Marilyn Monroe. That never gets old. Audrey Hepburn, even. But how is it humanly possible that the same woman who gave us "Drrty" five years ago may now just be completely responsible for inspiring a fashion trend?

Yes, this is what I'm talking about ...

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think she was wearing black leather chaps, a thong and nipple rings about two seconds before she started listening to that phonograph.

I'm going to start dressing like Rosie the Riveter. Maybe that will come back in style.

As for grammar gripes, I've been reading far too many women's magazines lately, and the trend of ending words with "y" or "ish" to make them all the more adjective-y is getting way out of hand. "Lucky" does it most often, but the others are really starting to follow suit with this. The worst part is that these writers now feel the need to add these unnecessary suffixes to words that are already adjectives!

Examples:

Beige-y
Designer-y
Mauve-ish

These are adjectives! Just say beige! It's fine on its own!

Do these writers believe that women will enjoy what they are reading more if it is delivered in a sing-songy tone of voice? (That was an appropriate use of an adjective ending in y, by the way).

Does this come from the constant up-talking everyone does these days? My guess is that people are voicing statements like questions not because they come from the valley, but because we live in a society filled with such constant communication that we must pose our statements like questions, just to make sure the other person is still listening.

That might be another reason for the trend of starting sentences with the word "So." When I was a freshman in college, my next-door neighbor had an odd tendency to open the door and start conversations with me or my roommate with the word "So," as though she had already been in the middle of telling us something. It was quirky and funny, at the time. We didn't know anyone else who did that.

But these days, this kind of behavior is normal. These days, so many people never have breaks from receiving some kind of information ... whether it's from a cell phone, the internet, the radio, a television, an ipod ... it's so near-constant, that it is changing the way we think ... and when it changes the way we think, it changes the way we talk.

More revelations of prior complaints ... the constant use of "at the end of the day" is just an indication of lots and lots of people hating their jobs. Either that, or it's lots of people focusing on living "in the now." This whole recycling movement might change that. Instead of hearing, "well, at the end of the day" maybe we'll start hearing, "well, at the end of the century" ... since we are embarking on seriously long-term projects.

But that's probably a far-fetched idea.

I'm getting really tired of hearing about "being green" though. It always makes me think of Kermit the Frog. Today I was in a store that played "Leaves that are Green" by Simon and Garfunkel, and I had to wonder if the store was playing it simply because of this whole "Green" movement. Now that's just sad.

But it did strike me as odd when I left the store and walked out into the mall, only to hear "The Sound of Silence."

Who plays "The Sound of Silence" in a shopping mall? That can't be boosting any sales. Except for maybe sales of black turtlenecks and guitars.

Latest fashion and grammar gripes -- March 4, 2007

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So it's happening again. Yes, it is literally that time again.

Honestly, it is time for the grammar and fashion nazi.

I mean me. In the third person.

Stop starting your sentences with "so." Why is this a language trend right now? I've yet to figure it out. And I've had to be careful as to not engage in it myself ... it just makes no sense to start every sentence with the word, "so." Were you just in the middle of telling me something? No. If you just started a conversation with me, please don't start your sentence with this word.

Also, "literally." If I hear one more person say they were literally doing something, I will literally puke.

"At the end of the day" and "honestly." These two just will not go away. Go away, I say. Back to the dictionary of misused phrases.

It is not a coincidence that joining corporate America makes me notice these phrases all the more ...

OK ... before I say anything incriminating, on to fashion.

Where can I begin?

Apparently, the goal this spring is to look like a tent. Or perhaps a sail boat, since the nautical look is still huge. Maybe a striped tent on a sail boat, with really long black legs and arms. And black-rimmed eyes. And a long, side-swept bang that hides those beautiful foreheads and shows off those unfortunate, aging jaws. And makes everyone's baby-hairs all the more pronounced because of the nature of the cut.

I know, I know, the hairstyle is 80s. It's punk.
The makeup is 60s. It's mod.
The dresses are 60s and 70s. They're ... um, well they're maternity-wear.

For the past year or so, trendy ladies have stuffed themselves into leggings and straight-leg jeans. And ballet flats. And long, body-hugging layers, and thick belts. And thick headbands (see earlier Peg Bundy post). And dark nails. And red lips.

And now we have a complete fashion turn-around. Now we have wide-leg jeans. And platforms. And short, a-line, flouncy minidresses. And thin headbands. And white nails.

The things that just won't go away? Shrugs. Stripes. Thick black belts.

These are not really flattering. On anyone. They are cute. But not flattering.

I love having to update my wardrobe this extensively every season.

Can we please figure out which decade we are living in? And stick to it for at least a little while?

And the requisite, style icons setting the trends:

Poor little rich girl.

Poor old rich girl.

Poor punk girl.

Yes, all roads do lead to Blondie. At least the cool ones do.

What teens should aspire to be, according to Macy's fall ads ... August 28, 2006

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trendspotters
entrepreneurs
news team
world travelers
jetsetters
heartbreakers
indie filmmakers
artists
reality show stars

reality show stars????

Rockin' My Leggings August 28, 2006

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OK, so you know what time it is. Time for more grammar complaints. And fashion complaints, as an added bonus.

Please, please, please, please, please stop "rockin'" things. Stop rockin' your t-shirts, stop rockin' your haircuts, stop rockin' your leggings, stop rockin' your black nail polish. (I do kinda like black nail polish, though). You can rock out. You can rock. You can even rock and roll.

But please stop rockin' your clothes. You can wear your clothes. You can sport your clothes.

The next time some magazine tells me to rock some article of clothing, I'm going to assume they mean I must literally look like Ozzy Osbourne while wearing it.

Oh, and the leggings ...

Why are leggings back? Why must everyone wear leggings with long, over-sized sweater dresses? This was popular when I was in junior high, and now it's back?

Looking like Grimace is not flattering to any figure, no matter what size you are!

I really don't understand why mid-1980s fashion is back. It was bad enough the first time. Unless you really want to dress like Molly Ringwald for Halloween, there is no reason to pile on all sorts of layers.

And suspenders? Why are suspenders in?

As far as I can tell, here are some of the major trends right now ... long, bulky sweaters, thick belts on everything, leggings, bouffant hair, red lips, animal prints, large plastic beads and bangles ... in other words, you'll be cool if you look like this: