Just a couple of entries from my English journal, let me know what you think.
Fashion
Faux Pas
Are
you one of those men who wears pink?
There
has often been the stereotype that you have to be very confident with
yourself as a man to be able to wear pink. I have never understood
this. To begin where does this obsession with girls and pink come
from? Who decided this and how we separate the men from the women?
If
you don’t wear pink, why not? And why do girls swoon when a guy
does wear pink, what is so attractive about that, girls have no
similar situation which has the same result. Blue may be for boys but
it has no difference for females.
There
are many girls who from a young age don’t enjoy wearing pink,
people often then assume purple is then the next best option. When it
comes to shades of pink which is most startling, hot pink or baby
pink? Is it worse as a shirt or a jumper, are ties acceptable? So
many questions but who could ever really know?
Sexuality
has now become associated with the style shape or size of clothes you
wear. For example a guy who wore skinny jeans or sweater vests was
gay and any girl in tracksuits and a hoody was automatically a
lesbian. How did these style choices come about?
Colour
plays a pivotal part in how we perceive others. Yellow and orange is
generally a brave choice whereas black generally indicates desire to
be slimming. And who remembers which way we should wear our stripes?
I know this is way too deep into fashion for me but wondering these
things is probably what keeps my mind as active as it is.
Body
shape is another fashion no-no. Suddenly we are all fruit! Am I an
apple or a pear? I am human shape, whatever next. Again this only
seems to be a matter for women.
Jelly
shoes have made a triumphant return and although I loved mine I feel
like they should be kept just for that, children and the beach. I do
not understand why grown women would think they are a good idea. Now
they are heels and wedges and pumps. More than anything they are
uncomfortable and let the dirt in.
I’m
no fashion guru but this just doesn’t feel right!
Daddy
Daddy?
When I grow up I want to be a princess.
You
will always be my princess
Daddy?
When I grow up I want to have a husband.
Only
the best will do for you.
Little
girls love their Daddies even when they are all grown up. The
protector, the cuddly bear, the enforcer. The one you have arguments
with because they love you and don’t like the thought of you
growing up. The proud domestic goddess walking round in sensible
slippers.
He’s
the one you can tease about their height, size, hair (or lack of it)
whilst he smiles and punishes you through tickling.
Daddy?
When I grow up I want my children to have a Daddy just like when I
used to have you. Goodnight.
