Category Archives: Millie

Millie Has Curious Taste in Dinner Entertainment

So I’ve been conspicuously absent round these parts for no especially good reason (yes yes, I need to write, but it’s too hot to think straight let alone write sensibly), but I feel you all should know that this evening while I ate my dinner, I live-tweeted (somewhat) a documentary that centred on a baboon dissection. It’s not gross (no pictures, nothing enormously graphic), so if you’re curious, I put them in chronological order on Storify (I can’t figure out how to get it to embed here — anyone know how?) The show itself is an episode of Inside Nature’s Giants, the entire premise of which is “here’s a big animal that died for one of any number of reasons. Let’s dissect it and talk about it’s ecological existence!” You guys, I love this show. And plus it’s so British — there’s a ton of eyebrow acting and “er, yes, that’s, ahem, impressive” when they start talking about baboons’ enthusiastic sex lives.

More on topic, I have a few big-ish pieces I want to get written, hopefully within the next couple of weeks, but for now you’ll just have to do with my continual amazement at the inner workings of critters.

That Word Doesn’t Mean What You Think It Means

I’m at a (horribly boring) conference this week, and today was the Free* Fancy Conference Lunch day.

Wait Staff: *puts a plate of salmon and rice in front of me*

Millie: “Oh, I’m a vegetarian.”

WS: “So you want the chicken?”

M: “No… I’m a vegetarian. I’d like the vegetarian lunch.”

My supervisor, a former vegetarian, and I laugh incredulously and chat about how some people just cannot seem to grasp that vegetarian = does not eat anything that had a pulse.

20 minutes later:

M: “Any chance I’ll be able to get some lunch today?”

WS: “They miscounted the vegetarian lunches — it’ll be just a few minutes.”

M: *sigh*

20 minutes and one plate of insipid mushroom pasta later:

Extremely longwinded award presenter: “I’d like to thank the organizers for putting on an delicious and very well run lunch!”

M: “What?!”

S: “Clearly they weren’t sitting with any vegetarians.”

* My supervisor says that they aren’t actually free, because you have to sit around and listen to speeches and incredibly drawn out award ceremonies, and after today’s performance I’m inclined to agree. On the upside, sitting with him means I have someone to make snarky comments with during it.

Internet, I have a question for you

So, in typical spring cleaning fashion, I was tidying up my necklaces when I realized that I had a bunch of rings and I never wear them. They’re nice, and I want to, but I also bought/found/otherwise acquired most of them yeeeears ago, and I’ve gained some weight since then, and most of them don’t fit as well as they did. (And being the sort of thing one buys for $10 here or there, it’s not like getting them resized makes any sense). The kicker is that my left hand ring finger is somehow the only finger still slender enough to fit all of them, though my right ring finger is not far behind. So! Seeing as I’m not about to marry my lovely and esteemable gentleman friend any time in the forseeable future (and I’m at an age where a left hand ring finger ring would be miscontrued), the left hand is out. But what about the right hand? I know theoretically the only sort of signaling rings are left hand ring finger and working hand pinky for things like engineering rings, but I have a vague suspicion that a right hand ring finger ring, especially if it’s the only ring I’m wearing, will be misinterpreted as meaning something more than “I like wearing my cheap jewelry occasionally.”

So, internet: is a single right hand ring finger ring going to lead people to think that I’m headed for marriage anymore than being a late twenties lady who’s had a gentleman friend for a while already does? (Which seriously, ugh. Stop making assumptions about what I am and am not going to do with my life, nosybeaks.)

“Public Dreamboat” Should Totally Be a Phrase

A.: So, there was a train of thought to this, but do you find Benedict Cumberbatch attractive?

Millie: …! YES. Very much so.

A.: I really am terrible at figuring out what sort of men lots of women find attractive. I never would’ve thought he’d be a public dreamboat!

Millie: Yeah, pretty much every woman I’ve been around when his name’s come up in conversation thinks he’s very, very attractive.

A.: Hmmm.

Millie’s Ongoing Adventures at the Hairdresser’s

I’ve been getting my hair cut by a lovely and awesome lady C. for a couple of years now. I went today to get my shaggy mop of hair trimmed, and since I’ve been halfheartedly growing it out for a while, it’s even shaggier than it usually is when I finally get around to getting it cut. So I go in, and her first remark is “I think that’s the longest I’ve ever seen your hair!”

My hair is barely down to my chin, and I suspect it is in fact the longest she’s ever seen it. She then taught me how to put my hair in pincurls, which I am so trying sometime when I’m working from home. And yes, I’ll (probably) post pictures even if (especially if?) it’s as much of a disaster as I expect it to be.

Part of the reason I think she’s great is that she has never once given me flak about a) having short hair (quite the opposite, actually), b) owning no hair implements, c) getting A. to trim my hair between my infrequent cuts and d) generally being entirely ambivalent about hair things. Then about halfway through, this happened:

M: “So I bought a hair straightener a while back, and it’s fantastic! I use it on the side bits that always flip out horizontally, and my hair looks so much better.”

C. “Oh my goodness, I’m so proud of you! Straighteners are the best, and you can do so much with them.”

Yup, she’s great. Sadly I had to walk home in a rainstorm, and now look like a drowned rat, but I looked really spiffy for the few minutes before I left the store.

Millie Does Not Need A New Hobby, But She Has One Anyway

So you know how I keep saying/feeling/thinking that I’m a seamstress, when in reality I haven’t sewn a stitch in months? And have a much neglected blog that I keep wanting to write more for, but am apparently very bad a making the time for it? And that whole yoga thing that I used to do but have totally fallen out of practice with (and never really blogged about so of course you don’t know about it)? Well, I now have another entry on the list of Neglected Activities That Millie Likes Very Much But Is Not Good At Making Time For.

Knitting.

You see, my lovely gentleman friend A. went and bought me this for Christmas:

Hedgehog mittens are every bit as adorable as you'd thing they'd be.

He didn't buy me the mittens themselves, but a knitting kit to make the mittens.

The sounds I made upon opening it were not unlike (very, very loud) hedgehog squeaks.

I have no idea how he came across these, considering he’s not at all of the crafty sort, but you can see why I have to learn how to knit, right? There’s no way I can not make these somewhere down the road, so I need to get started on the road now in the hopes that I’ll be competent enough to make these for next winter.

I’m fortunate in that I know quite a few people who know how to knit, and I suspect several of them would be willing to teach me. But sometimes it’s nice to have videos/books/etc for learning tools too, because I feel considerably better getting surly and cussy at my computer screen than at my friend who’s already doing me a significant favour, and I know full well I will get surly and cussy about this. I’ve been sewing for over ten years and I regularly get surly and cussy about it, even when it’s going well. Plus I’m left-handed, so trying to flip everything mentally so that the mechanism makes sense with respect to how my brain makes sense of the world while learning is… interesting. I’ve tried halfheartedly to learn how to knit before, and it went very poorly, partially for that reason.

I’m under the impression that at least some of the fine and wonderful readers of this blog know how to knit to some degree, so do you know of any good resources for the beginning knitter? Gold stars for any that are left-handed! I’ve signed up at ravelry.com, since I’m under the impression that that’s the thing knitters do, and if you want to look me up I’m milliescientist.

I anticipate much flailing and waving of needles, and a very grouchy Millie. I’ll keep you posted!

Tunes Tuesday

‘Twas a marvelous European adventure, but I’m happy to be home again.

Such a fantastic song! Watch the official video here.

Today in Ill-Posed Questions: Is Marriage Still Relevant?

M’colleagues and I at Interrobangs Anonymous are big fans of Jian Ghomeshi, so it’s not at all meant as a snipe at him or his work in general when I say that I’m a bit disappointed in the debate he had on Q asking whether marriage is still a relevant institution. The debate was broadcast about two weeks ago, but I’ve spent the past bit traipsing around various parts of Canada for Christmas, so I’m just getting this all down in electrons now. The audio (~20 minutes) is at the link, and this post will probably make considerably more sense if you listen to it first.

The debate had Iris Krasnow arguing that marriage is still a relevant institution, and Russell Smith arguing against it. Karsnow’s arguments centred on interviews with women she did for a book she wrote on women’s roles in marriage; she cited that the majority of the women she talked to spoke highly and longingly of marriage and long term commitment. Smith’s central argument was that there are no legal teeth in marriage that enforce commitment, especially considering that there is a significant divorce rate, and that the benefits of marriage are not meaningfully dependent on having signed a certificate. I personally am solidly in Smith’s camp on this issue — I have no intention of marrying, and many of my thoughts on marriage were mirrored by points he brought up. In that light, then, I have some specific beefs both with arguments put forward by Krasnow, and also some glaring omissions on everyone’s part (though obviously not every aspect of the question can be covered in 20 minutes).

My principal objection is that the debate (and Krasnow’s argument in particular) focused almost entirely on the relevance of marriage in individual partnerships, rather than how we as a society collectively treat the institution. While an individual marriage is very personal and the parameters of it are particular to the individuals involved, marriage as an institution has more depth and complexity than just being a sum of components. As such, how we regard marriage as a society is not informed just by our individual experiences with marriage (either directly or by proximity to others), but also how we perceive the institution as a whole, with all the legal and economic considerations that it entails. The legal considerations were touched on in passing in the debate, but the considerable economic considerations were nearly entirely ignored.

This is shortsighted; expounding that marriage is a relevant institution simply because 90% of USians will get married at some point in their lives (as Krasnow does; the figure in Canada appears to be around 85%) misses much of the picture as to why people get married. Leaving aside that Krasnow’s argument is based on a rosy-glassed romantic view of marriage, which she later says is not the basis of a marriage, insisting that a social institution is culturally relevant without exploring why people opt into it is toothless. There are still plenty of economic and codified social benefits to marriage, including the oft-cited (and much dismissed by the insistently rosy-glassed among us) things like tax incentives, increased availability of pooled resources like health benefits, and next-of-kin status in the event of hospital stays.

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Cue the Giant Sigh of Relief!

I (Millie) passed my exam, can now breathe again (I was getting a bit blue in the face from holding my breath for a few weeks now), and am mighty, mighty relieved. This was the last exam I had to pass before my thesis defence, and that’s who knows how many years down the road.

I’m hoping that now I have some sense of academic stability, I can get a better balance going between school and not-school activities, including posting here more regularly. Internet, I’ve missed you!

Millie at Persephone: December 6th

I wrote a post about the École Polytechnique massacre and National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence Against Women at Persephone. It’s a tough topic, but it’s important to keep talking about it, even though it’s been 22 years.

I’m currently up to my third eye in studying for an exam (fingers crossed — it’s tomorrow!), but I am hoping to start posting here again in the foreseeable future. I haven’t forgotten about you guys!

Millie at Persephone: More like OmniBUST Crime Bill

It’s Tuesday afternoon, so I’ve got a post up a Persephone. This week it’s the omnibus crime bill — nine questionable pieces of legislation conveniently rolled into one! We’re hustling it through Parliament to pass the costs directly on to you! Limited time offer — only on the table for two short days!

Okay, so my future as an over the top sales lady is perhaps dim, but if you’re curious why I’ve got my shorts in a knot about the bill, check it out here.

Internet, Millie needs some suggestions (and some sleep)

Someone who lives in the apartment above snores very loudly, and the floors are thin enough that it keeps me up at night. I’ve lived in this apartment for two years now, and for the first eight months or so I stuck it out with earplugs and a fan (and a lot of tooth-gritting), but then gave up and moved the bed to the other bedroom (yes, I’m fancy and have a two bedroom apartment). Bliss! No earplugs (which really hurt, make me sleep poorly, and may potentially damage my ears), no fans (which irritates the people who live below me and make me cold), just sleep.

And then last week the snoring moved. I thought maybe they had visitors for Thanksgiving, so I left it be. But it’s continued on, and there’s no snoring in the original bedroom, so it’s clear that someone’s moved. I’m fine with moving my bed back, but I’d rather know for sure before I do it, because moving my bed and rearranging my apartment is a pain, and I’d rather not have to do it every week. So I gather my gumption, and go upstairs to have a conversation I’ve been avoiding for two years now. The lady who answered the door told me, in rather offended terms, that no-one there snores and there’s no issue. And then slammed the door in my face.

So, internet, help me out here. Any suggestions for how to deal with this? I’m leery about moving the bed because I’m sure once I do that it’ll move back to the original room, but you guys, I need some sleep.

Millie at Persephone: The Ontario Election

It’s been a bit since I put my political hat on around these parts, though that’s not indicative of my level of hat usage in general, and so I’ve now got a weekly Canadian politics column over at Persephone! This week I’ve got a post up about the Ontario election that’s happening on Thursday, and while it’s been a total snoozefest for the most part, it’s not been totally uneventful. I’m hoping for a Liberal minority and a Liberal-NDP coalition (oh noez! I used the C word!), and fortunately that’s not looking improbable at this point. Have a read, and then let me know, Ontarians — who’re you voting for and why?

Millie at Narrowly Tailored: Mired in Academia

The lovely S. of Narrowly Tailored just had an adorable daughter! A little while ago she asked for guest posts about transitions, and yours truly wrote a post about manufacturing a transition when you’re tilting at windmills that look suspiciously like Area of Study model data. Curious what I’m on about? Head over and have a read.

Banjo Anthems for a Friday Morning

So over on The Twitters, Millie made a flip comment about the under-utilised phrase “banjo anthem,” so naturally we decided that this blog needs more banjo action. We’ve got you covered for all your banjo anthem-requiring situations, though admittedly some of these are on the mellow side. Leave your banjo music recommendations in the comments — you know you’ve got some up your sleeve!

This wasn’t on Grooveshark but is gorgeous:

In Which Millie Paints an Umbrella and Doesn’t Think it Through

So I bought a better umbrella than the flabby collapsible purse size one that I’ve been slinging for the past year or so, and I got one with stiff arms and a pointy top. You know, a proper umbrella. It’s clear, which is nice for visibility purposes, but it had a border around the bottom of thin zebra-y print black and white, which just did not look right. But it was on sale, and I thought “I’ve got fabric ink at home! No problem”, and after getting it home, promptly painted the zebra print border with plain black ink. It looks miles better now, except I realized after I’d painted the whole thing that screen ink needs to be set with heat, and I’m not sure how hot I can get the umbrella fabric (which is typical umbrella fabric, and feels nylon-y to me). Then I checked the instructions on the ink, and it says don’t use it on nylon. Clearly this needs to be waterproofed before I use it, but I’m a bit stumped. I can try to heat set it, but I’m not convinced it’ll work. I thought about coating it in a good pose of clear nail polish (of which I have lots), but again, not sure of the durability (or the stiffness issue — the fabric needs to bend when the umbrella is collapsed) of it.

So, internet, any bright ideas?

FFB: Cultural Appropriation and Pageantry

Originally, I was going to write about the impact of fabric dyes on the environment, but then the Miss Universe Pageant happened and, while I didn’t watch it, Katie has stepped up to the plate and done a round up of some of the more noteworthy outfits.

Including, much to my forehead’s alarm, Miss Canada. Desks everywhere, brace yourselves for imminent heads!

Miss Canada in white, black and red dress with war bonnet.  She stands with her hands crossed in one panel and her hands on her hips in the other.

Image from Native Appropriations. Click image for original post.

I don’t even know where to begin with this.

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Millie at Persephone: Silicone Pasties

I forgot to mention this on the blog yesterday (though I did on The Twitter — are you following us yet? You should be! We’re just as charming there as we are here and sometimes I get bored at school and tweet all afternoon), but I wrote up a review of a pair of silicone pasties I got for bosom smoothing purposes. Curious? Understandably so!

Millie Daily Style: Lobster Bib Edition

When I put this on this morning, I thought it looked pretty nifty, but now looking at the pictures I took, the scarf totally looks like a lobster bib. I never tried lobster before I went vegetarian, but it seems like a messy proposition even for the most delicate of eaters (which I am decidedly not), and I certainly wouldn’t use a nice scarf like this to catch the copious drips.

Millie wearing a yellow shirt, a blue scarf, a brown skirt, bright green tights, and brown flat shoes.

In my defence, it was chilly, and having the scarf up around my neck was warm.

Scarf issues aside, I am thrilled, THRILLED, that it’s finally cooler out now, and I can wear my tights and not melt. I love these emerald green tights, even though whenever I wear them my feet turn green. Somehow that’s part of the allure of them. This shirt is pretty flattering on me too — I’ve come to realize that shoulder ruffles or ruching or interest of some sort makes me look curvy in a rather lovely way. I am having to rethink my staunch no-ruffles-ruching-or-gathering rule. Note also the pink lipstick, which was previously on my no-go list too.

While the shoes looks nice they’re woefully uncomfortable; they’re somehow too tight (in the toes) and too loose (at the heel) all at once. But I wasn’t going far today, and the tights help considerably, so I took another stab at Operation Stretch Out the Toes of Those Cheap Shoes.

Millie in same outfit with two thumbs up.

False confidence, this. Operation Stretch Out the Toes of Those Cheap Shoes is looking pretty hopeless.

Operation Grow Out Pixie Cut is… going? It’s in that super awkward stage where I look like a lopsided sheepdog, but neurotic trimming of the hair at the nape of my neck when it even thinks about growing much past my hairline has mostly kept the mullet at bay. (A. is very hepful with this, after I took a wedge out of my hair when I tried to do it myself.) It’ll be a while before it looks even vaguely reasonable again, and by that time it’ll probably be summer and I’ll get itchy to hack it all off again. How anyone gets through summer with long hair is an utter mystery to me — anyone care to enlighten me?

FFB: My Partner, My Wardrobe, and I

This month’s Feminist Fashion Bloggers post theme is “Dating, Relationships, and Motherhood.” Since I’m not a mother, I’ve got little to add to the motherhood portion of the theme, but I do have a partner (A.), so I thought I’d write about that.

A. is more or less entirely uninterested it fashion, style, or really much of anything to do with clothes. Obviously he gets dressed every morning and isn’t waltzing around town in his birthday suit, but it’s purely functional for him. Having a partner who’s totally uninterested in something that you (ostensibly) blog about provides some perspective. I don’t think I’d've ever become someone who lives and breathes fashion, but it’s hard to get too wrapped up in it when you’re around someone who’s utterly unconcerned about it.

I’ve noticed a few things about the dynamic, though, and I’m curious if anyone else’s noticed similar things with their partner.

  • I tend to dress down a bit when he’s around. Not that I’m Glamourpuss McGee most of the time (… okay, ever) but I feel obvious when I dress more nattily than usual. When he’s not around, I’m more likely to stick with it for the day and get comfortable feeling obvious (however unobvious I may actually be — it’s not like I’m wearing an evening gown to the mailbox or anything). But when he’s around and dressed casually (as he usually does), I’m conscious of the dichotomy in dress between us, and I often gravitate to less fancy outfits.
  • Relatedly, I’m more conscious of my clothes when he’s around. Maybe it’s a just a familiarity thing, and if I saw one of my friends as consistently as I see/saw A., I’d feel similarly, but I find myself being very aware of my outfit (or more accurately, my level of fance) when he’s around. I think it’s because I value his perception of me, and I worry (almost certainly without cause) that my dressing consciously negatively impacts his opinion of me.
  • Conversely, there’s no pressure to dress a certain way. I could be wearing a potato sack and A.’d still think I looked great. He’s never made comments about wanting me to dress (or not dress) a certain way, and I’d be gobsmacked if he started now. This contradicts the last sentence of the previous point, but that’s gut emotion, and this is evidence-based observation; the two don’t always line up.
  • My sartorial decisions are mine alone. I a bit baffled by people (mostly women, in my experience) who say something along the lines of “I’m wearing this because my [male] partner likes it,” because it seems like an odd power dynamic. It’s often not a two-way dynamic (typically women wear things for their partners rather than the other way around), and it’s a bit too close to reinforcing the “women as ornament” role for my liking. I realize this is a simplistic reading, and perhaps I’ll elaborate on this another time after it’s percolated a bit more.
  • Because I’m restrained in my interest, my interest is focused and thoughtful rather than broad and based on consuming as much as possible. I think carefully about what clothes I buy and why I’m buying them, because I’m conscious that I already have more than I need. A.’s wardrobe is a fraction the size of mine, and mine is, by Western standards, modest. He gets by fine with what he’s got, so I pause before I purchase. If I can’t articulate clearly and quickly why I want something, it stays on the shelf. I’d likely do this anyway, but since i have a clear idea of the size of his wardrobe, it helps crystalize the difference between what I want and what I need.

So, does any of that sound like you? I’m guessing some of you have partners (not necessarily male) who’re uninterested in sartoria — what’s your experience with it?

Two Questions for the Internet Brain Trust

1.) How on earth do you avoid getting those tiny little air bubbles in nail polish? I let the polish dry between layers, but maybe just not enough? I’m also Impatient McGee — if that’s the issue, how do I best speed up the drying?

2.) I loooove my short hair, but I looooooved it more when it was slightly longer on the sides, and as such am growing it out. I know there’s no dignified way to grow out a pixie cut, but how do you guys manage it? Head scarves are the obvious answer, but they accuentuate my already tubular head, and that’d clash with my image as an egghead, so you know, that’s out. Headbands are tricky due to glasses wearing. Any bright ideas, or ways around the tubular head or the many things behind the ears?

Millie Daily Style: Lack of WiFi Edition

I’ve taken to going to the lovely cafe up the street from me to work, because a) they have the best hot chocolate ever, b) they also have tasty stuff for lunch, c) the WiFi is free, and d) it’s a heck of a lot closer than school is, and after a decade of bus riding I’m getting fed up with it. This is a good way to get work done with just enough distractions to keep me focused, with a good lunch and no public transportation. I log in remotely to my computer at school to do work, and so the WiFi component of all that is essential.

So I went yesterday, computer in hand, and was being reasonably productive:

Millie looking down, awkwardly miming typing, wearing a plain taupe-y shirt and a brown pleated skirt with a white and orange damask print.

Dramatic reenactment of Millie at work.

And then the WiFi conked out, came back, was fine for a bit, conked out, came back, etc. Having to log in again each time got irritating, but pffft, I thought, I have a hot chocolate and the most comfortable chair in the place (yes, I’ve got them all scouted.) No way am I giving that up!

And then it conked out for good, and I had to admit defeat. So what else would I do mid-sunny afternoon except come home and take pictures for the internets?

Millie shrugging with a raised eyebrow.

Admittedly this could also be a dramatic reenactment of Millie at work, except it would need more arm flailing.

I don’t know! So that’s just what I did. And then I just worked from here, which is considerably less fun.

The skirt, on the other hand, is tons of fun, and I love it. It’s got nice pleats, has a very smooth lining, and the tulle ruffle at the bottom tickles my knees in the least irritating way possible. I hate ironing pleats (okay, I hate ironing period) so I don’t wear it much (because then I don’t have to wash and iron it much) but whenever I wear it, I always think “I should totally wear this more!” I also get a kick out of the wheat necklace, which also has a notable texture on the skin, though I’m not convinced it goes with the rest of it.

Millie’s Guide to Dealing with Summer

So, we’re mid-heatwave here in Eastern Canada, and my sympathies to Winnipeg! (Apparently it was almost 50 with humidity yesterday, which is just ludicrous, and makes me glad I didn’t take that summer job there years ago.) Couple that with the fact that I am reliant on public transit (which is not air conditioned here, and so is basically rolling greenhouses filled with sweaty people), and I’ve got a lot of bits and tricks to deal with summer heat. I’ve tried all of these, and they work for me to varying degrees, but, of course, your mileage may vary.

The Standard advice:

  • Wear natural fibres. It’s unfathomable to me why anyone would wear polyester in the summer, but it’s one of those things that has to be on the list. I am a big fan of linen, and it stands up well to heat. Cotton is good too.
  • Wear light, floaty clothes. Self explanatory.
  • Stay hydrated. Everything feels worse when you’re thirsty.
  • Leave the cardigan at home. See Katie’s post about this.
  • Commuting shoes are great. Switching your shoes at the office/school/etc gives your feet a chance to air out briefly and not be stuck in sweaty shoes all day.
  • Relatedly, insoles are your friend.

The Slightly Bizarre But Still Sensible:

  • Put your jewelry on at your destination, or leave it off entirely. I always carry my necklace/bracelet/etc in my school bag until I get to school — it’s surprising how much this helps.
  • Chill your jewelry just before you head out. If you must wear it, make it cold first. Cold water or the freezer both work, depending on the material.[EDITED TO ADD: Be careful about the freezer, since some set stones may pop loose as their settings contract. Opals should never go in the freezer. I've only done this with glass and plain metal chains, and not for long amounts of time.]
  • Don’t underestimate the comfort of a clean pair of underwear. Seriously.
  • Slip a strip of cotton under the underwire of your bra. This helps absorb the dreaded underboob sweat, and I find it helps prevent it a bit too. My skin is much more agreeable to having cotton next to it than synthetic bra material.
  • Go braless, if possible. It makes a world of difference, and no-one is judging you. I have a few sundresses that are fitted in enough through the top that they give me support, but have a floaty skirt that’s not constricting.
  • Use a fan. Sarah when to Spain once, marveled at how the women there would regularly whip fans out of their purse and fan themselves, and kindly brought me back a fan. I figure if it’s good enough for Spanish ladies, it’s good enough for me, even if I’m the only one here who uses one and I’m not nearly elegant enough to pull it off.

The Mystifyingly Effective:

  • Shower in the evenings. I have no idea why this works, but it’s incredible how much more easily my body deals with heat and sweat (ie, it doesn’t sweat nearly so much or as quickly) when I shower in the evenings as opposed to first thing in the morning. Maybe it’s something about all the humidity built up by the shower? I don’t know, but it works astoundingly well throughout the day (which is the really bizarre bit — it’s not just in the mornings I notice a difference), and plus it lets me sleep in more. Win win!

Did I miss anything? How do you deal with dressing for summer heat and/or public transit?

Millie at Persephone: Menstruation Edition

If any of you’re interested in what I have to say about the public and private discourse of menstruation, it’s your lucky day, because I’ve got a post up at Persephone this afternoon on just that! Between that and the pole dancing bear, it’s a bit of a grab bag today.

FFB: Handmade Clothes and Social Class

The Feminist Fashion Bloggers theme for this month is Feminism, Fashion, and Social Class, and I’m looking at handmade clothing as an indicator of social class (namely, middle class). I believe Laura is also writing about something similar — great minds think alike, apparently! All the FFB posts are up at the group site. For the purposes of this post, I’m limited my discussion to the 20th and 21st centuries, since before the sewing machine was commonplace and available to a wide section of the population. Obviously before then, all clothing was handmade and this discussion isn’t particularly relevant.

There’s several broad tiers of clothing, grouped roughly by class. There’s high street fast fashion, which, in a race to the bottom, has quickly become the cheapest, most available, and most ubiquitous type of clothing. There’s designer clothing in the middle, which is increasingly out of reach (or unappealing, due to the saturation of the market by cheaper clothing), and way up at the top there’s the couture houses, which are available nearly only by the upper classes or the well connected. Handmade clothing has broken down roughly in two: there’s clothing that’s handmade, typically by the wearer or someone close to the wearer, and there’s clothing that the wearer has paid someone else to make for them. The economic split is pretty obvious — paying someone else to make your clothes is more expensive than just making it yourself.

This is shifting now, with the rise in popularity of home sewing (as well as knitting, crafting, and other domestic activities). But the rise in popularity is not evenly spaced — it’s primarily risen among the middle and to a lesser degree, the upper classes, and I think the biggest reason is a matter of resources: making your own clothes is time consuming and can be very expensive, particularly if you are starting from scratch and need a machine and all the bits and bobs that go along with sewing. Middle and upper class people certainly have more money to invest in a sewing machine and assorted tchotchkes, so there’s less of a barrier for starting to sew. While I started sewing because I thought I could make clothes more cheaply than I could buy them, I soon realized that this really wasn’t true. Fabric, and especially fabric that most people would want to wear, is not necessarily cheap. Add in the thread, zippers/buttons/clasps, interfacing, and it all adds up very quickly. But if you can make a hobby out of it, and sew as much because you like it as you like the end result, it’s worth it, but that balance is highly income-dependent.

There’s another layer that I’ve not seen discussed much, and that is that people who’re solidly middle class aren’t trying to avoid class stigma. There’s not the equation of clothing with status symbol (and pressure to show that status) that can be found in the upper class, and there’s not a pressure to not look poor, as there can be in the lower class. There’s space, in the middle class, to wear clothing that doesn’t look quite as exact as store-bought clothing, be it the top stitching is wonky or the pockets aren’t quite even or somehow it just looks homemade. An upper class person may be judged by their peers for wearing shoddy clothing when better is available, a lower class person may be judged by conforming to a negative image of poverty (ie, not being one of the “deserving poor,” which is a whole other kettle of fish for another day), but someone who moves through the world as middle class probably has a bit more leeway. Sewing has a significant learning curve — there will be garments that just, for whatever reason, look homemade.

I see a lot of parallels between the rise of domestic textile arts (sewing, knitting, etc) to trends in food culture (slow food movements, organic food movements, urban agriculture, etc), as well, and I don’t think that’s a coincidence. The trends seem both to be main among youngish, middle classish people, who likely weren’t raised predominantly in homemade clothing and food from the garden. To these people (and to some degree I’m one of them — I’m not trying to sound disparaging here) homemade clothing and food doesn’t have the emotional or cultural baggage that it did to our parents, many of whom saw moving away from that as a sign prosperity and progress. Now, we (ie, youngish middle-classish people) look at those same things, and in light of fast fashion and food, handcrafted goods and homegrown foods are a sign of propserity and progress. We regard reverting to less complicated, less produced goods as progress, which is pretty unusual in modern history. That all this is coinciding with a lot of ethical and environmental movements is not, I don’t think, a coincidence either, but that’s sort of taking things in another direction so I’ll leave that there.

I’m curious what you all think about this, though. What sort of clothing do you, personally, see as a luxury? How does that fit in within your community?