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Who do they design these for?

Shopping for clothes seems like such a simple, possibly even enjoyable, thing for most people to do. I've always thought so, too, until the last few times that I've gone from store to store to store without finding a single thing. I'm not a particularly super-skinny girl, and not too particularly girly, either, meaning I favor comfort and sturdiness of clothes over what's in fashion at any particular moment. When I go into the Gap, my eye immediately drifts over to the men's section where all of the clothes look very comfortable and broken in, and slightly loose and baggy without being huge. The women's section, however, includes jeans which are tight and form-fitting, skirts which are short and form-fitting, and T-shirts that would fit a 4-year-old, they're so tiny.

All I want is a pair of shorts that aren't short-shorts. Evidently, that's too much to ask, because hanger after hanger is filled with shorts so short, they barely cover my butt. I want long shorts like the boys! I want my cargo pants to be a little baggy, not cling to my hips and ass so I have to suck in my stomach all day! I want T-shirts that aren't skin-tight! Can we do away with this Baby-Tee thing already? Who buys those things? I swear, they look like they could fit a Cabbage Patch doll, and not only that, they're like $30 each! And speaking of prices, why are simple flannel-type shirts $48 – $54 apiece? I refuse to pay this kind of money for something that may fall apart in the wash two months from now. I once got a gift certificate for Ann Taylor, the fancy-schmancy women's store. After finally finding something in my size (a long black skirt&#41 I used $80 of my $100 gift certificate and happily took it home. A couple of wearings later it ripped right down the back, and I've hardly ever worn it since, even though I tried to sew the skirt back together. That's why I'd rather shop at Old Navy. If I only pay $20 for something, I don't mind as much if it rips or shrinks or gets a stain on it as I would if I spend $75, or even $50 on it. Old Navy men's department, here I come!

Posted in Scowls.


Taking it way too far…

I have to say that it's horrible that we as Americans put multiculturalism over traditions. Don't get me wrong, I believe in multiculturalism. I think that every culture's stories have the right, and responsibility, to be heard. However, it galls me that we take some of our most cherished stories and either distort or ignore them in order to help the esteems of other cultures. Case in point: Disney's new Cinderella. During the Emmy awards tonight, Brandy sang a song from Disney's new version of Cinderella, and during the song, they cut away to some scenes from the production.
Cinderella is a folk story from Central Europe. It is a great, historically set story in a land that in the time it was written, was almost 100% caucasian. There was no Asian Prince (I think the guy on the clip was Asian, he might have been Latino, it was a fast, blurry shot) and though you might think that this is racist, Cinderella, as written, was white. Of course, ripping the story to shreds in order to include every culture in the world is considered an endeavor that is worth merit. But if we re-told Mulan with the main character being a WASP, it would be considered racially insensitive. I guess people of the born into the cultural majority in the United States don't need pride anymore.
In a number of school systems in our great land of the free Samuel Clemens' seminal work: Tom Sawyer is banned because it used the word "nigger." Yes, we all know that in the 1990s, the term "nigger" is offensive, but in Clemens' day, it was the appropriate word. Do we keep our children from reading one of the classic pieces of American literature because of a word? Let the teachers do their job and teach the kids why the word was used… but don't put a perceived self esteem issue above education.


If you want to build self esteem in children of other races, tell their culture's stories. Have children read the classic works of all cultures. Produce movies based on these stories. But, please stop destroying the classic European stories to make them more accessible to other cultures, just because it's politically in vogue these days.

Posted in Scowls.


Archived Smirk

Saturday afternoon, we decided that it was time to head down to Body Manipulations and get our ear-pierces stretched. For those of you not initiated into real piercing, when you get a normal ear piercing, it's at about an 18 gauge (really small hole&#41. The problem with these small ear piercings is that they rip your ears because an 18 gauge wire is about the thickness of a cheese slicing wire (hence the practice among the pierced of calling those done-in-the-mall piercings "cheese slicers"&#41, and that there's really not anything interesting that you can put in them. Once you hit 8 gauge, you can stick all sorts of neat things into your ear: eyelets, lucite or glass plugs, wood or bamboo plugs, and claws or talons. So, over the last year or so, Janet and I have been stretching the hole(s&#41 in our ears. On Saturday, we planned to stretch up to a 6 gauge. So after waiting almost 30 minutes in line because all of the new students in town this weekend, and dropping down over $150 in new jewelry, we went in for the stretch. The process of stretching is simple. The piercer sticks a cone shaped taper into your ear until it stretches to the appropriate size, and then inserts the new jewelry. I am now sporting a small-diameter circular barbell, and Janet has two new talons dangling from her ear.
After we finished with the stretching, we decided to try a new sushi place that opened up down the street… Warakubune. It's the first time we've ever been to one of those sushi-boat places, and I have to say that it was quite fun. Hiroshi, the head chef selected his fish well… and the squid was out of this world. The concept of a sushi-boat place is like going to dim sum: if you see something that you like coming by, you grab it. When you're done eating, they count the plates to determine the bill. The fish was good, the atmosphere was nice, the chef was friendly, and we'll certainly be going back to Warakubune sometime soon.

Posted in Smirks.


Archived Observation

This afternoon, Janet and I made the trek to Union Square to do some shopping. We hate Union Square… it's San Francisco's tourist central… and a vile place to spend an afternoon. But, there are some stores that are only in Union Square, like Comp USA, Crate & Barrel and Express. Today, we had a mission: replace a broken glass at Crate & Barrel, check out a new mouse at Comp USA, go to Express so Janet can use the free $15 gift certificate that they sent her last week, and then get the hell back to the Lower Haight. While at Express, which as we all know is a woman's clothing store, I spent a good amount of time looking at the in-store advertisements while sitting on the brand new white vinyl couch as I waited for Janet to finish trying on a skirt (which she never ended up buying). There was one particular ad which fascinated me… it was a six foot by six foot shot of a topless model, modeling the new Express jeans. She was clutching… I mean covering… her breasts with her hands in a failed attempt to cover anything other than her nipples.
As I was looking at this picture, I was thinking "Geez, if you took her out of those jeans and and just left her clutching her breasts in some underwear, it would be a perfect Playboy shot." But then the hypocrisy of the whole picture hit me.
Express is a women's clothing store. All women have breasts, so who are they hiding those naughty nipples from? Women shouldn't be offended if they see breasts in a woman's clothing store, should they? I mean, they see them every time they shower or get dressed or change in the locker room at the gym. So, are they covering the nipples so those dirty perverted men at the shop won't get turned on?
Number one, there are a number of more revealing, sexually evocative ads in the store… like the woman showing off the short-shorts, or the woman with the party-hat nipple erections showing off the new tricot mesh tank top. The jeans picture was just a picture of a woman only wearing the Express brand jeans. Calvin Klein ran an ad very similar to this about 10 years ago. Herb Ritts took the picture, Cindy Crawford (if I remember properly) was the model, and the only difference was that you could see Cindy's nipples… because the only thing more contrived that a topless woman wearing just jeans, is a topless woman just wearing jeans hugging her breasts, and Herb Ritts knew it. I mean come on… if you want to cover your breasts, use a bra or a shirt… maybe a towel, but hands? That's just silly.
On top of that, the only guys ever in the store are usually married to someone shopping (or at least in a serious relationship, because men casually dating someone never go clothes shopping with them)… so chances are that they have seen breasts before.
I guess it's part of the de-nipplization of the Limited Companies…. first they airbrushed the nipples out of the Victoria's Secret catalog, and now this. Is American society so prudish that it can't handle a couple of breasts?

Posted in Observations.


Another Toronado Evening

Last night was another Toronado night. It was great, because our two favorite bartenders were working: Ian and Robert. The Petaluma Strong Ale was finally back on tap, and I made it my business to have a pint of it! Boont Amber, Lagunitas Maximus and a flute of Framboise rounded out the night. Janet stuck with Guinness and Framboise. Janet wrote up a better description of the night than I ever could, so I’ll just leave that to her.

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.


It’s a BEER bar…

As soon as we got to the Toronado and saw that Ian and Robert were working, we knew we would have to stay for more than one or two beers. Ian always does an Underburg with us right away, without us even having to ask, and both of them are just plain fun to talk to.

It seems that school is back in session here in San Francisco, and that means a lot of clueless college students coming into the city. We heard two or three phone calls from students asking for directions while we were in Body Manipulations getting our ears stretched to 6 gauge, sat next to a group of three of them having a rather heated discussion about Einstein at the sushi bar, and saw may of them walk into the Toronado last night. I say clueless because a) they’re dressed up like they’re going to a 4-star restaurant in Marin for Sunday brunch and b) order things that the bar doesn’t even have. The most entertaining moment of the night was when a blonde Ken-doll-type guy wearing a white sweater ordered “three double Stoli’s, a glass of ice water with a wedge of lemon (that was his exact water order…how shi-shi!), and a light beer” (whatever that is.) This was Robert’s response: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!” He put the glass of water in front of the guy and said “Ten bucks.” After everyone had a few laughs and told the guy that the Toronado only serves beer, he then said “OK, then, three beers.” After 15 or so minutes he and his stick-figured Barbie friends left the bar, leaving their beers practically untouched. Now, first of all, chances are if you see 46 taps and no bottles of vodka or gin or scotch, chances are that the bar in question probably only serves BEER. Secondly, who goes to a bar that serves a multitude of different types of beers and orders “A beer?”  

The award for the second most entertaining moment of the night goes to the three obvious college kids who got kicked out for sneaking a Budweiser into the Toronado (who, of course doesn’t sell any “corporate beer”), pouring it into regular pint glasses and then, forgetting that this is against the law, left the bottle on the bar right in front of the bartenders! Again, I have to wonder why someone would sneak a beer as bad as Budweiser into a bar that has, like 46 beers on tap! Oh, those wacky college kids…

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.