They ushered it in a few years ago but come on: We’re going to go back to wearing baby clothes? I mean this chick is skinny but most of us look like we’re in total baby clothes when we wear tops like this.
Or wait are they actually maternity tops?
Some of us remember the days when maternity clothes looked like baby clothes, smocking and all.
I look at pregnant women today with their form fitting t-shirts and think Good for you, kid! Let it show!”
Some of us are old enough to remember baby doll pajamas which looked like this.
And how about baby doll dresses? Peggy Olson appears in such a dress on Mad Men’s Season 5 Episode 7. She wears it to the dinner her boyfriend asks her to when she imagines he’s going to pop the question. (He pops the question all right only it turns out to be, as Joan later puts it, “Want to shack up?”)
It galled me to see her in that dress. Here she is getting so tough this season, drinking at work with the fellas and not batting an eye when that moron who does the art makes yet another reference to his private parts and now she shows up dressed like a child?
What was that in the 60s?
I’ll tell you what it was: it was an effort to infantilize us, make us into little sex kittens (minus the claws, minus the fangs) at a time when we were slowly but inexorably gaining power.
Nice try fellas. It worked, but only for a while. True, in the 70s we dressed like extras from Little House on the Prairie but then came power suits in the 80s. I’m not sure where we’ve gone since then; we can look at that another day. For now though let’s just regard these images and ask ourselves What on EARTH were we thinking? When I got married women 60 came to the wedding dressed like this! I was 21 and I knew enough to stay away from the look.
I was built more along the lines of Madman’s curvy Joan, so I stayed away from this look back in good old 20th century….
…So what on earth made me fall for it in the 21st?
I found the bird who was flying all around my house over the weekend. She was lying against the window-glass, a soft glove of feathers on the bookcase. Also point of information: she was never the same bird as the one on my windowsill having sex in public for the last two months and just about runnin’ the place. That one never came inside. This one was all over the house: went to the bathroom in the kitchen, the powder room, on my favorite bright red raw-silk sofa cushion etc…
Also, that isn’t really Gandhi in yesterday’s post. Gandhi is dead now. That is actually a statue of him next to me at Madame Tussaud’s House of Wax in London. I myself am not yet dead but when that picture was taken I had not yet heard about beauty products. I look like the scene in the first Batman movie where the news team is afraid to wear makeup on account of how the Joker poisoned the Gotham’s City ‘s whole supply.
Also, I posted the wrong picture of me looking down at my own chest at age 12 in The King And I . The right picture is up now if you scroll down. This picture, that picture: they both make me cringe.
And speaking of pictures, another awesome picture of busty Christina Hendricks up now too.
Ok that’s it. Driving 300 miles now, meetcha at the second the rest stop….!