This is all by way of a lame apology for not commenting on your blogs (which I’ve been faithfully reading) and for not posting current outfits today. Rest assured, I wore outfits these last two weeks, and I will post about them, but not today. Obviously I am brimming with sage fashion advice for the academic professional–cf. here, here, and here–but today I bring you a Public Service Announcement about fake pregnancy and irony.
As you may know by now, I have the same haircut as Mia Farrow in Rosemary’s Baby, which makes Rosemary an obvious choice for me for Hallowe’en. Of course, only the most savvy film buffs understood my clearly obvious homage (I considered wearing a nightgown, but there was a lot of drinking and dancing and I felt that pants would be wise, mostly to save me from myself) and people just thought I was actually pregnant and debauched.
So here’s a word to the wise as we begin Autumn with a full moon and start to consider our sartorial fantasies for that most excellent of hols Hallowe’en. Even though it is a holiday that demands you dress as you aren’t, do not assume that everyone is going to a) understand how clever and ironic you are about your haircut and b) assume you are not actually pregnant. Seriously. All night as I busted move after move on the dance floor, and I’ve got moves, people would come up to me with genuine concern for the health of my pseudo-baby and with advice about not-drinking-while-pregnant. Including the bartender, who is actually not allowed by law to refuse service to me if I’m pregnant. After a while, I started to court this by holding a friend’s cigarette and his pint (pictured). I got to be all smug and dismissive of the men at a gay dance club who thought they knew my uterus.
Still. Our bodies and our clothing counts. If I ever needed a lesson in that, this was it and this gives me renewed, in this time of institutional pressure, commitment to our style blog. Except I haven’t had any time to do outfit photos. Or laundry and ironing so I look nice in outfit photos for you. So what you see is what you get, StyleNation.
Do you handle it by holding a cigarette and raising your eyebrow at the naysayers?