Friday, May 6, 2011

Appearance - Does Fashion Matter?

Fashion is one of those things that people can claim they don't care about. They can defend again and again that it doesn't matter what one wears, it's the person who wears it; That we shouldn’t “judge a book by it’s cover” and so on. But in all likelihood we will continue to judge and be judged, for the clothes on our bodies, as well as the shoes on our feet, the hairstyle we are sporting, number (if any) of tattoos and piercings and all the other preconceived notions of ‘normal’, ‘acceptable’ appearance.

I write about this topic after watching several recent segments on this topic on various news morning shows lately and because I myself judged someone on their appearance just last weekend.  I took one look at this guy when he walked in the door and thought to myself: “Well, here comes trouble.”  

Why are we a society that is most often drawn to the most popular, "cool" and "beautiful" people? Why do we describe ourselves first by our appearances and our personalities and abilities second?  Are looks and the way we dress really that important?  I dare say it is. 

Back to my own shortcomings:  Realizing that I was judging this man by his look, I took the time to speak with this person (and seeing as how he sat down at the same table as I was, it helped).  As it turned out, this gentleman and gentle man, was anything but what my first impression implied he was.

Picture this:  I’m sitting in a pub, the band is playing, we’re having our second drink (which means by now it’s after 10pm - I might be getting 'older myself here but who goes out and arrives at almost 10:30?!).  The door opens and in he walks, all 6’2”, maybe 6’3” of him.  He is older, I’d guess based on appearance, to be in his mid to late 60’s.  His gray hair is longer than mine and my hair hits the back of my bra strap just to give you an idea of the length.  If you look carefully, you can see the traces of  brown that his locks surely were at one time.  His gray mustache and beard are in serious need of a trim as are his eyebrows.  He is dressed head to toe in black.  Black boots, black jeans, black tee and black jacket.  Top that all off with a black, banded with silver studs cowboy hat.  He strides across the floor in what appears to be a very confident walk.  Damn if I wasn’t completely taken a back.  He sits down at my table.

Who was this guy?  Turns out, he had one of the softest, kindest pair of eyes I’ve ever seen and was very soft spoken and eloquent with his words.  Gentle and very charming, he also turned out to be very kind.  I was immediately ashamed of myself for judging him based on his “look”.

Here’s the deal folks, we (all) DO judge others based on appearance.  It doesn’t really matter whether you think it’s unfair or you think I’m a cold-hearted bitch for saying so.  (It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called a bitch and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last either.)  You can get all riled up about it, your undies all in a bunch and all, but the facts is it won’t affect anything.  Outward appearances – your clothing, your ‘style’, your hair, make-up if you’re female, shoes, all of it – project an image that make us and others, form an opinion about someone without even speaking to each other.

Think about it… you DO judge a book by it’s cover.  Let’s take this literally:  When you (or I) walk into a bookstore, surf Amazon.com or the like, there are thousands of books with hundreds in any given section.  You can’t tell me that you look at each and every book in the section.  No, you, I, we don’t.  It’s the cover and perhaps the title that catches our eye.  You and I look at and read the covers/titles, and maybe browse through a dozen? Half a dozen? Before making your purchase.

The same rules apply to people.  We interact with too many people to actually get to know them all.  What we do is look at the ‘covers’.  We optimize and judge based on appearances, just like we do with books.  I was told by a friend once that her boyfriend took one look at me when we first met and told my friend “I bet she’s expensive”.  Wow.  Really?  Trust me folks, I’m far from "expensive" and I’ve lived most of my life like the rest of ya’ll – paycheck to paycheck barely making ends meet most times. 

We “label” everyone.  How many times have we “assumed” that tall, thin, well-dressed female is either “rich”, “snobby”  and/or unapproachable?  The girl with the low cut blouse or the short skirt?  Well, she’s a “slut” or a “whore” right?  How many times have we come across the dressed-in-black, long haired, scruffy looking man like the one I met last Friday night and assume “trouble”?  How about the guy with the plaid shirt, glasses, the anime or STFU tee and jeans?  We assume "gamer"/"nerd" or "computer/IT geek" right?  The guy with dirt under his nails? “poor” or “blue collar”.

Disagree?  That’s okay, I’m going to tell you who judges you.  Everyone.  Potential employers, co-workers, potential and current mates, friends, waiters/waitresses, flight attendants, the cashier at WalMart, the police officer who pulled you over for speeding, your newspaper delivery person, the customer service representative at Best Buy, your doctor, the nurse, your neighbors, your children, your parents.  Everyone.  

Potential mates are evaluating your appearance even before they know your name.  Employers are judging your appearance the minute you walk in the door.  Waiters/Waitresses are deciding what you are likely to tip based on your clothes, never mind on how you order and interact with them.  Even strangers on the street are judging you as you walk by:  “Geek”, “Suit”, “Goth”, “Rich”, “Poor”, “Gay”, “Poser”,”Emo”, “Slut” to name but a (very) few.  It’s all about what we are all conditioned to think of as ‘attractive’, ‘acceptable’ and ‘normal’.  Anything out of this realm and we are immediately uncomfortable.

Even your friends judge you by your appearance a lot of the time.  Don’t think so?  Wear something completely out of the ordinary of your usual style.  Dress in big baggy clothes, an over-sized Tee, slick your hair back and put on some heavy black eyeliner and see how uncomfortable they become around you.  Still don’t think so? Go dye your hair purple or neon green and see what they say.  They might say it looks good (more likely they’ll tell you that you look like an idiot) but you can bet your bottom dollar they’re going to notice.  You can think, and even say, that you and your friends choose to be friends based on who you/they are and that it’s what’s inside that counts and that’s true – to a certain extent.  However, if you think your friends don’t judge you or that you don’t judge them on appearance as well then I’d say you’re disillusioned. 

Appearance says who you are.  You choose what appearance to present. I’m not saying that other factors don’t matter.  Good friends and your mate will judge you based on much more than your appearance but they are not blind; they will also judge you on your appearance often times as well.  First impressions (ie: “I bet she’s expensive”) IS based on appearance.

All this attention to appearances should not be taken to mean that other factors do not matter.  My point is other factors DO matter and SHOULD matter.  However, first impressions are very much based on appearances so don’t sell yourself short.  86 The Bullshit and tell me your thoughts on appearances and first impressions.  Talk to me...

Smell Smoke? It's just me.. I've been thinking...


Have you been watching the news lately?  I have.  Besides the death of Osama Bin Laden, there has been a lot of coverage recently (and rightly so) about things such as appearance, fitting in and bullying.  Case in point specifically, Pheobe Prince’s tormentors, their plea bargains and her mother’s gut-wrenching speech made in court. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wrAdxS2CZk&feature=player_embedded).  The Today Show ran a segment yesterday on a book written by Alexandra Robbins about teenagers who don’t “fit in” (or I like the word “conform”) in high school.  Show (http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/42885573/ns/today-books/t/whos-cool-after-graduating-high-school/).  I also saw a story this morning on childhood obesity and a controversial Anti-Obesity Ad Campaign to raise awareness on this subject.  (http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/42929825/ns/today-today_health/ ).  The negative and insensitive comments directed towards assault victim Lara Logan (http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/video/controversy-lara-logan-criticism-12950836); and coverage of Boston’s (and Toronto; Seattle; Chicago; Philadelphia; Reno, Nev.; and Austin, Texas) Slut Walk.  (http://boston.cbslocal.com/2011/05/06/slutwalk-saturday-in-boston/)

I’ve been having my own ‘hard time’ lately (log in to read my post To Whom It May Concern: http://eightysixthebullshit.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-whom-it-may-concern.html ) and you’re smelling smoke where you are because I’ve been doing a lot – a LOT of thinking lately.    

It begs the question:  Are we giving up ethics for hype?  Is what really matters these days how many times our Twitter, Facebook and blog accounts are hit instead of treating others with fairness and equality?

With that said, I’ve decided to begin a series of blogs this month dedicated to just that.  Please offer your comments if you have any on any of the upcoming posts this month.  (Remember, you can comment anonymously if you like.)  86 The Bullshit folks – tell me your thoughts, even if you think I’m full of shit, let’s hear from you.  Talk to me…



Tuesday, May 3, 2011

An hour at the lake


I am so glad to be sitting here at this moment.  I have been blessed with a treasured two days off and arrived here yesterday to spend some time with family.  

Hidden Lake is a therapeutic retreat hidden from the world, as beautiful as it is serene.  To get to the lake, I must cross the field.  The beaten down grass where I walk is hard enough but if I veer off, I notice that the ground is thick and moist.  The smell of the field is fresh and sweet and it relaxes me instantly. The field is not yet blooming with the wildflowers that will soon be everywhere waving its carpet of color like a ripple across the lake.  Many times I have picked the Black Eyed Susans that grow in abundance in the field and woven them together to make flower bracelets and crowns for both myself and the children.

A soft wind caresses my neck as the out-lying woods that surround this place close around me on the walk down the winding road through the field and into the woods as it tunnels to enter the lake.  Mirroring to me, the gates of Heaven, this is by far the closest thing on earth I will find near that sensation.  I am home.

The air is fragrant with pine and grass.  For some un-answerable reason, I feel it is important to turn down my cell phone here to maintain the silence and perfect cohesion with this outdoor temple.  Vegetation is all along the bank of the lake which will produce fruits such as blueberries, blackberries and raspberries later in the spring and into the summer months which can (and will) be picked to bake into goodies such as muffins and The Farm famous blueberry pie.  

Birds are flying making their presence known by beautiful songs; Squirrels are running abroad looking for acorns and such.  I await the return of the hummingbirds which hover consistently over the honeysuckle bushes and zoom in and out of the feeders along the front porch at the house up over the hill that I’ve descended from to get to the lake.  Woodpeckers are knocking out a tune in what feels like stereo surround sound.  A simple toss of some old crusty bread into the lake brings groups of fish giving their salutations to me.

Toward the shore, bullfrogs are croaking a tune as the daylight fades.  Looking above, the clouds are in a cumulus state.  Their formations can still be made into any number of animals, or shapes.  They drift by slowly on the wind like fond memories of days spent here with family and friends.

I come here for a variety of reasons at various times.  Sometimes to spend days and pass time with family and friends; sometimes to delight in watching the new generation of children take their own pleasure from this place.  Today, I am here for myself.  To be alone and dream with my eyes open admiring all that this place is.  I am here to listen to the wind, to breathe and feed myself with hope, forget my worries, troubles and fears, and to pray silently for those who mean the most to me. 

This oasis of comfort does pose a catch. The return to everyday life is waiting along the road on the other side of the field.