Happy New Year! I realize I am about a month late, but that’s okay because I did it on purpose or something.
Last New Year’s, I wrote my very first Autostraddle post ever. In honor of that occasion, I have decided to write more words than I usually do. Yes, mostly because I am sentimental, but also because there is something we need to talk about. No, we are not breaking up. I would never break up with you on Autostraddle.
Autostraddle is a sacred place, and that’s just not my style.
And that actually is what we’re here to talk about! ! There is something we all know but forget sometimes, and it’s that style extends beyond this:
To be honest, i’m not even really sure what that ^ is.
What I’m referring to is more about what’s on the inside, and how that can translate to the outside. Seamlessly. Because this isn’t about clothes.
Yes, style can refer to the length of your new dress or preferred shoe brand, but it can also be about the way you handled that embarrassing moment. Or the way rap-noise pop flows so that later on, eventually, you admit it that it’s pretty crack. Hell, maybe you really, really, really, like to clash grays. In which case I say clash grays, gays! Clash grays!
It’s all about the concept for actual. It’s satisfactual. What else can style refer to, you ask? Girl, EVERYTHING.
That sexy name you gave your car? Helping your grandma down the stairs? Don’t pretend that you don’t know by now that it’s all about style. It’s about actions speaking louder than words. It’s about who you are! Can’t afford that____ or those____? Honestly, who cares. Knowledge is stylish. Learn about fashion during the Baroque era or how to make a really good Gazpacho. These things exist and they’re just waiting to become a part of your style dialect.
So do it. Donate, don’t hate, drink in the shower, adopt a morning yoga routine. Or a dog. Know that when you enter a room, you don’t just enter a room. You queer the space.
What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll tell you what: Haters. Haters are going to happen, because haters have happened, are happening, and haters are here for the long haul. What you need to remember is that haters are blinded by hate. They do not know, like you know, that everyone has their own perspective.
Perspective is this weird thing, like bacon on a cat, that essentially causes parallel dimensions–or alternate realities–the likes of which frequent Star Trek. I’m serious here so pay attention. This can be large scale or small scale. Because I’m the style editor, let’s talk small scale: In one dimension, your yellow cravat might be the fliest thing that’s ever happened to you.
In someone else’s dimension, or “perspective”, however, it might be the most obnoxious thing to exist. The solution? There is none. Remember when Laurel Holloman said that thing about needing any kind of validation from anyone is a mistake?
Yes. Haters gonna hate. But guess what? Others are going to love! We love. In fact, I’m going on a picnic, and I’m going to bring you in that adorable yellow cravat. And if the haters say I can’t come, I say we start our own picnic.
The thing is, sometimes haters can take the form of people you know/love/trust. They will all agree that that hat is whack or that you shouldn’t be going to school to study marine forestry.
And that’s when you need to remember that piece of bacon, taped to a cat. Because you have one life to live, and it is yours, and you do not owe anybody shit.
So Happy New Year! YOU ARE FUCKING AWESOME. You are a fucking perfect firework of style. My advice to you is learn what you want to learn, wear what you want to wear. Have confidence in the fact that you’re a person with your very own thoughts and the ability to make decisions. That’s all you need.
Also here are some wine colored tights ($15) from NastyGal
and some NB sneakers:
Or get on this for $25:
001TrickPony has a sweet haircut so you should go be her friend or something.
Okay, I’m all out of words. Go get yourself some champagne. If you’re like me, you’ll probs need it for drinking alone on Valentine’s Day. But that’s okay because that is my style and at least in that respect I feel good about it.