Fashion Board 11-2-03 - 12-09-03

[Dualit]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Blah, blah, blah, "[s]oon, it will be a requirement that all posters have a fluffy adorable widdle kitty as an avatar," blah, blah, blah.

There ain't no way I will ever have a pussy as an avatar.

Dua(no offense intended, Leagl)lit

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Why is it that people think its the pinnacle of genius to have liked something before it became commercially popular?

Because, as the philosopher Cyndi Lauper pointed out, money changes everything.

[bilmore]

Originally posted by Not Bob
leveraging your ass to pay for the local private school you can't afford
Tell me about it -- it's like highway robbery! But worth it -- otherwise the Not Bobette would be rubbing elbows with the proles. Shudder.

We've taken to hiring only undocumented domestics, as the cost is lower ("Minimum wage? Oh yeah? Who are YOU gonna complain to, huh?"), leaving more bucks available for the tuition and the cool Britney Spears backpacks.

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I bought a North Face jacket 10 years ago and I still wear the fucker. There's no need to get a new North Face every year. Mine is still as strong as it was the day I bought it, and I've even gone over a barbed wire fance wearing it.

I used to live down the street from one of the North Face Factory Outlets. Every single thing that I bought there is in great shape and has worn very well. I tend to seek them out when I need outdoor stuff.

And cuz I'm being nice, I give you boys a new inspirational poster for your office walls:

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by dtb
As to your first point, I went riding this weekend with a friend, and we were in a field that didn't seem to have a way out except for over this barbed wire fence. He helpfully suggested that I should lay my jacket over the barbed wire so that if the horse were to graze his leg on the way over, he would just rip my jacket instead of hurting himself.

Uh... yeah.

(We found another way out, I'm sure you're all relieved to know.)


As to your second point, COME ON!!! Why the hostility, man? I'm at least as familiar as you with the obsessiveness of formerly high-powered-job moms who decided to give it all up to raise kids, so I'm not just talking out of my butt here (but that is a good trick at parties!). So they obsess too much; yes, they over-plan and over-analyze every last detail of their children's lives; yes, it's unbelievably annoying, but would you rather have them ignored and sitting in front of the television? Beaten? What, everyone has to raise her children the way you would? Geez. Leave 'em alone already. Raising children is hard work.

a. My North Face handled the brabed wire well. No rips.

b. I hate obsessive people. I hate people who overplan and overanalyze and are directed and "on track" all the time and view life as some sort of bizarre race to be most organized, most put together, most directed to one goal. These idiots have made life move at an annoyingly quick clip for no good reason. Their sole reason for living appears to be some warped Darwinian need to ensure their progeny are the most likely to "succeed." Living life is not their goal - they seek to conquer it thorugh hyper organization - as though there was some way that they could somehow control every aspect of their lives. They're shitheads. Life can't be controlled. The best you can do is make as damn good a libving you can and surf the waves and plan as reasonably as possible to make things work out and get ahead. This obsession with high fucntioning super-orgainzation has created a speed-freak society of uniniteresting people. They know nothing but consume, organize, consume, organize, achieve, achieve. At the end of the day, most of them don't even know why they're doing what they do anymore. Its sad. Fucking lemmings.

Slow the fuck down. Think. Sit back and enjoy life a little. Its all you have and all you'll ever have. The kids are allright.

[baltassoc]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Bob,

If you and your wife are the sort McMansion owning, Lexus SUV driving, ...[rant]... I hope your little spawn of Satan runs headlong into a green cloud of plague.

SD

SD, I hate to break it to you, but those aren't true soccor moms; those are effiete East Coast yuppie snobs (not that there's anything wrong with hating them). Most soccer moms drive minivans (not Lexuses [Lexi?]) to haul their children around, send their kids to public school, can barely afford piano lessons for the kids, respect the store clerk somewhat, if they have time with Junior and Sally running full speed in opposite directions, and votes. So they're not so bad, if boring. Of course, they also tend to cut me off when driving, so they too deserve to die.

[dtb]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I hate obsessive people. I hate people who overplan and overanalyze and are directed and "on track" all the time and view life as some sort of bizarre race to be most organized, most put together, most directed to one goal. These idiots have made life move at an annoyingly quick clip for no good reason.

So you hate them -- and want them to die of horrible disease? Aren't there more appropriate targets for such venom? Really -- chill out, man.

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Their sole reason for living appears to be some warped Darwinian need to ensure their progeny are the most likely to "succeed."

I'm not sure I see what's wrong with this -- I think people want to give their children the best opportunities they can do, and I don't see anything wrong with that. I know there are people who sort of see their children as extensions of themselves and therefore junior's accomplishments become their accomplishments -- and that's sad -- more for the kids than their parents. But the vast majority of parents just want to provide for their kids and want them to be happy because they love them. Simple as that. Most parents really just want their children to feel successful -- whatever that means to their children.

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Living life is not their goal - they seek to conquer it thorugh hyper organization - as though there was some way that they could somehow control every aspect of their lives. They're shitheads. Life can't be controlled. The best you can do is make as damn good a libving you can and surf the waves and plan as reasonably as possible to make things work out and get ahead. This obsession with high fucntioning super-orgainzation has created a speed-freak society of uniniteresting people. They know nothing but consume, organize, consume, organize, achieve, achieve. At the end of the day, most of them don't even know why they're doing what they do anymore. Its sad. Fucking lemmings.

My kids go to school in one of the most privileged areas in the country (if not the world). I am one of a handful of working mothers in the ENTIRE SCHOOL. I know the kind of people you're talking about (and perhaps even, why it looks the way it does to you), but I really think you just don't get it.

I don't think I'm going to convince you, but perhaps one day, you will look back on your attitude and realize how silly it is. If you ever have kids, I certainly hope (for their sake, at least) you will realize it.

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by dtb
As to your first point, I went riding this weekend with a friend, and we were in a field that didn't seem to have a way out except for over this barbed wire fence. He helpfully suggested that I should lay my jacket over the barbed wire so that if the horse were to graze his leg on the way over, he would just rip my jacket instead of hurting himself.

Uh... yeah.

(We found another way out, I'm sure you're all relieved to know.)

When the Displaced Dog was about 10 weeks old, he saw a pair of horses on the other side of a field. He barked at them, but I didn't think he'd do any more than that. We were walking back to the house, and I crossed over a barbed wire fence and didn't pay as much attention to his leash as I should have. Next thing I know, my puppy is racing across the field at full speed towards the horses. I try to leap over the fence, rip my favorite pair of jeans in the process, get untangled from the fence, and tear after the puppy. My best friend more cautiously, and with less damage to her clothing, followed. A friend was working on the side of the field with the horses and said it was one of the funniest things he'd ever seen. Small fuzzy black dog barking and tearing acoss the field, frantic woman in her early twenties tripping and running and yelling at the puppy, and regular person following behind. About halfway across the field, the Displaced Dog stopped, and looked at me and then at the horses. I'd like to think that he realized he was in deep shit (actually that's probably a literal statement since there was a lot of cow shit in that field) and wanted to be an obedient dog, but I really think that he realized how much bigger the horses were than he was and cut his losses. He wasn't a bit contrite when he trotted up to me and told me he was ready to resume the walk.

The new puppy met cows for the first time on Sunday. She barked like hell at the cows (and two sheep) and tugged at the leash. I made sure that the leash was firmly in hand for the rest of the walk.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
warped Darwinian need to ensure their progeny are the most likely to "succeed."

lots of these guys are playing at smart, but pretty dumb.

you ever meet the kind that spend $3000 a year so their kids can be on a good soccer team with former European pros coaching? You know if Johnny gets on the squad at 6, by the time he's 18 he might get a college scholarship.

12X$3000= might get a scholarship. No college fund? $3000 a year from age 6 will go a long way at paying enormous state u. tution.

[purse junkie]

Originally posted by Connect_the_Dots
It's too bad that Sebby is married. I think this would be an interesting blind date.

Except that once I've kicked the oxen upscale mall-rats out of my way and evaded the blood-curdling shrieks of the nearest out-of-control monstrous children deconstructing in the middle of Lord and Taylor, I'm really quite nice once I get to relax over a nice cup of tea.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by baltassoc
those are effiete (sic) East Coast yuppie snobs (not that there's anything wrong with hating them).

Au contraire, my churlish friend. You whine about the effete, but you are really just envious of the manners of the well-bred. You complain about yuppies, yet aspire yourself to be a well off urban professional. And you rail against snobbery, but since when is having discriminating taste a crime? I would also take issue with your equating the newly-monied trash that Sebastian describes with what you call effete East Coast yuppie snobs, but my main point here is that your hatred (or more accurately, your condoning of the hatred of others) is misplaced here. Do not hate that which you desire but cannot achieve.

[Did you just call me Coltrane?]

Originally posted by dtb
So you hate them -- and want them to die of horrible disease? Aren't there more appropriate targets for such venom? Really -- chill out, man.



I'm not sure I see what's wrong with this -- I think people want to give their children the best opportunities they can do, and I don't see anything wrong with that. I know there are people who sort of see their children as extensions of themselves and therefore junior's accomplishments become their accomplishments -- and that's sad -- more for the kids than their parents. But the vast majority of parents just want to provide for their kids and want them to be happy because they love them. Simple as that. Most parents really just want their children to feel successful -- whatever that means to their children.

I think he was hyperbolically saying that many times parents forget the why and only focus on the what. Why do you want them to be successful? For them, or for you? If them, then why?Maybe they'd be much happier as a less successful but more fulfilled person. I'd want my kids to be happy. Screw success. He/she wants to be a musician? Go for it. Success makes people miserable.

[dtb]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
[Story of DDog and horses.]

Similar story with my princess dog. She barks all tough outside the paddock and then squeezes under the fence, still barking all tough. Until she gets a little closer.

Before she turned tail (well, if she had a tail, she would have...) and let out a little squeal, I imagine what went through her little pea brain was something like, "Heh heh... yeah... about that barking -- you guys know I was just kidding, right? OK, cool. So, uh, I guess I'll just be going now..."

I imagine the horses were thinking, "Yeah -- who's the bad m__f***ah now?!?!"

(poor dog...)

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
1) Belle & Sebastian suck. You probably like Moby too.

2) The O.C.? How fucking old are you, 12? Let me guess, you still shop at Abercrombie.

I believe str8outtairvineviatoronto shops at Hot Topix, the Abercrombie of the millenium. I am sure someone already pointed this out so I will segue into Queer Eye

Which I caught the first twenty minutes of so bc it was on after Celebrity Poker (who is Emily Proctor?). That guy was a total Hot Topix shopper wasnt he? I bet str8 had a hard time sitting through that one. Sorry, pal.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Au contraire, my churlish friend. You whine about the effete, but you are really just envious of the manners of the well-bred. You complain about yuppies, yet aspire yourself to be a well off urban professional. And you rail against snobbery, but since when is having discriminating taste a crime? I would also take issue with your equating the newly-monied trash that Sebastian describes with what you call effete East Coast yuppie snobs, but my main point here is that your hatred (or more accurately, your condoning of the hatred of others) is misplaced here. Do not hate that which you desire but cannot achieve.

What are you if you don't want to be an urban professional, but you are? I don't know how the hell I got here, or why I'm here. I just kept doing things which people told me would pay for my increasing bar tabs and expensive taste in food and good clothes. I don't really want any career. Hell, I'd rather be remembered for having written one good song than a whole liftime of professional achievement in any of the usual fields. I don't want anything actually but to have a good time and stay healthy. I'm only living a yuppy lifestyle because women want to live that way, and I love my wife. I like nice cars, but I prefer not to drive at all. I don't want to go to little league practice with kids or paint the garage. Hell, I'd live in a condo for the rest of my days if I had my way. What the hell is a yuppy who isn't a yuppy? I feel every day like I'm living Pete
Townsend's "Substitute."* I guess I'm the everyman.

* This in no way alludes to any desire to fuck Roger Daltrey, sing Rough Boys or indulge kiddie porn.