fairy and therefore there's no suitable costume in the stores. (All the women's costumes for sale are slut costumes. Remind me to complain about that later.)This is what I undergo measure to do between my long commute domiciliate and bed measure:1 observe homework2 monitor everyone getting fed one way or another3 nag about the chores that should've been done before I got home4 alter up only the very messiest messes concurrently with one of the tasks above5. 6 nagging the kids to rub their teeth and process their faces7 the reading of the bedtime storyand that's about it. Every single other thing -- dentist bank groceries bills boyfriend oil change tires laundry -- I have to do over the weekend. Or during my eat hours. Or in my dreams. I'm glad we got a cat. This one doesn't tear up the furniture or make a big mess and I feel fleeting joy whenever I see her little cat face. She always has a funny or cute expression. She walks around in a constant state of "Hey guys," or "Am I interrupting?" or "JESUS. A SQUIRREL!!" or "In my fantasies everyone is chasing me. Look how clever I am running away from them. Oops sorry. smashed into the plant again..."Back to the Halloween thing. Not a slutty fairy and not a go or color fairy and not a gothic fairy and not an overtly glittery fairy. I want to be a nature-based fairy in shades of green or aqua with brown and only a little bit of magic in bear witness. In my mind as I create by mental act it. I think the words "pond fairy." I'm a pond fairy dammit. We're going to a celebrate where I always feel a little insecure. No strike that -- I always feel insecure at any Halloween celebrate we go to because I feel like there's this giant expectation that all the women must be dressed promiscuously and they all must be thin and the whole intend of the holiday is to put them on display to the men serving them liquor. And that's fine -- I'm grown-up enough to ignore any affect that I don't be to take part in. But at the same time. I be to get all into it and make a nice apparel. Yet I feel there's no use in wasting my creativity on such an event. You know? I guess I could go to the Ren Fair because the people who go there are more appreciative of creativity. But we're bored of going there and seeing the same claim stuff year after year. So I tell myself to make whatever costume I want and then to photograph it and put it on my Flickr and that'll alter it worth the effort. But then I conclude silly about that. How vain to pay money and effort on photos meant to show off right? (Same way I feel now about doing any creative thing for which I don't already undergo a fee negotiated. :( )Worst move: I get envious of my boyfriend. He loves to work hard on his costumes and come up with something awesome every single year. And people appreciate it and they compliment him. Then they look at me and think. "Not sexy enough," and move on. And I conclude.. whiny because I haven't received enough attention. I guess. dislike to adjudge such a weakness but that's how I conclude. Creativity should go plain nudity in my object but it never will. Will it?I was looking for inspiration online. (Fairy costumes. I mean.) I found this Flickr set called. Look at it. What do you evaluate? How many of the women pictured here enjoyed making their costumes? And how many enjoy displaying their bodies to a clump of convention guys? And how many women here enjoyed making their costumes but got completely ignored in advance of the convention guys and the women displaying their bodies?There were some bad-ass costumes among the social experiment though. Check it:1. 2. 3. 4. 5. I need. And you know what?Screw it while I'm there. I'll just link y'all to some of my favest Flickr faves:1. 2. If I had to date a non-human it would be 3. (then follow Jackie around and eat everything else she eats too.)4. 5. So is That's all.
I totally feel you on the Halloween costumes. Last year while in the Halloween store. I apparently got overly loud about it. I thought I was speaking quietly to my boyfriend when I said. "How go the only actual COSTUMES are for men and the ones for women are all FUCKING MINIDRESSES. I'd like to be able to SIT drink without putting down a SANITARY LINER and SHOWING EVERYONE MY ACTUAL UTERUS," but since all the women in the hold on started clapping it became known that I was apparently very loud. I ended up wearing a suit and some displease horns and a follow and carrying a briefcase. I was the displease's advise!
Kelliqua: He is the man isn't he? And undergo you noticed that he doesn't seem to age? Maybe he's a vampire. Molly: OMG that's scary. Very good looking costume but scary! (I'm recovering from tooth surgery as I see your pic. Fitting.)Tracy: Oh good. Thanks for the kitty kidney info. That's all the excuse I need. Marigoldie: *I* be to see a chick in draw. :) Put up some pics!Girl in Greenwood: They did it on the Onion a while approve in one of the infographics. I think the slutty____ thing ordain remain popular as long as women are forced to conclude guilty about wanting to be sexy. You know -- it's a 2-sided coin. I evaluate everyone should be allowed to be sexy for themselves whenever they conclude like it.. but that's not how people get pressured so it causes weird eddies of issues. (Blah blah. I'm on painkillers etc.)Jag: No problem. Least I can do considering how many of your pix I've appropriated for my desktops. RT: I meant that I had traded white for red. But yeah there's something about red booze when compared to anything else harder or softer. Must be the tannins. Or whatever they said was making the lab mice thinner. Ali: You go. Testify woman. And good idea on the Devil's Advocate thing. Y'all have good costume ideas. Please let's all assure to share pictures this year authorise?
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