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[holli]

I had a (rather intense) argument with friend L today-- not angry, but a little heated, because we both feel rather strongly and like to argue. I say that my habit of snarking at the sartorial choices of passers-by is harmless, often fun, and not especially unkind. She thinks I'm being cruel, that people should be able to dress however they want (which I don't disagree with at all; but if they end up looking silly, I reserve the right to mock), and my insistence on tormenting these poor people behind their backs is indicative of some deep-seated psyschological problem. Which... okay, no. It's not as though I rag on the undeserving or merely frumpy-- lord knows I leave my room looking like an accident in the laundry room once in a while, and I own plenty of clothes that aren't especially flattering. But when I see someone who is clearly desperately striving for Trendy, the way other people strive for, say, enlightenment, and said people look utterly ridiculous? Well, I'm gonna make fun of them. The other day, this guy walked by who looked like a time travler from the darkest part of the '80s-- head to toe Miami Vice. Light-colored jacket and slacks, pastel shirt with the sleeves *rolled up over the jacket sleeves*, loafers with no socks. It was clearly not a costume or an attempt at irony-- he thought he looked awesome. And when, once out he was out of earshot, i said so? L looked at me like I'd kicked a puppy. Which I don't get. I mean, when the day arrives that I can't make snarky remarks behind the back of someone wearing a hot pink velour sweatsuit and heels, I will be very, very sad.

I'm just worried that the next time I see someone with a day-glo orange fake tan, I won't be able to giggle and say "Oh my god! The Great Pumpkin *does* exist!" without getting a dirty look. Pfft.

Coming up next: knitting fashion show! As proof that I look damn silly sometimes too, and don't mind taking crap for it.