Voting Rap

I was an extra in this educational music video about voting. Isn’t it amazing? It’s kind of like a Bill Nye type thing, but social studies, ya know? Yes, this will be shown in schools. Look for me in a red sweater.

THE OUTFITS ARE COMING

You know how I never blog anymore? Sorry about that.¬† Um, I just kind of am feeling uninspired at the moment. But I’ve re-started reading, drawing, taping pages from magazines to my wall, looking through the inspiration pics saved onto my desktop, and just sort of experimenting with outfits, so I feel my fashion blood slowly going back to my head.

Here are some super old outfits I took pictures of since my last outfit post. Sorry that they’re all terrible quality.

Mom’s old dress worn as top, Nordstrom belt, Target tights, Urban Outfitters skirt, Docs. I like the 50s-ish shape of the sleeves and collar on the dress, but the color is kind of annoying me. I don’t like green very much.

New (to me) vintage dress worn as top, same Urban Outfitters skirt, glorious white Docs.

Oh my god! I was still blond when this was taken!

Cotton On dress, Target scarf/belt, thrifted blouse, old grey jeans, Docs.

Docs, Target tights, Stella McCartney dress/shirt from China, and I don’t know where I got that skirt? I just wanted something peeking underneath so I didn’t look like a smurf.

Awesome purple dress from costume shop in China. Old leggings, Boots are obviously Docs.

I promise I’ll start uploading better pictures for the rest of my posts. No more Photobooth or cell phone pics.

That girl think she’s the queen of the neighborhood. I’ve got news for you: she is!

The title is a lyric from Bikini Kill, if you’re wondering. AND NOW, a wall of text for you to skim over.

I am a feminist. And for the longest time, I tried to tell myself I didn’t mind what anyone thought of me. I tried to make myself believe that if someone called me fat I wouldn’t even care. And sometimes I don’t. I don’t care what people think of my clothes because I know that the majority of people who will criticize them don’t know a thing about fashion outside of Teen Vogue and Abercrombie catalogs. And I am not ashamed of my body. My self-image is fine. But for so long I’ve not touched makeup because I thought it was giving in to society’s unrealistic beauty standards which include perfect skin among many other impossible things. I didn’t wear flattering things to show my rebellion against what media says “looks good”. I didn’t even pierce my ears, because I didn’t want to seem like the media had any influence on my perception of beauty. (Also, I hate pain.)

But what if I WANT to have flawless skin?

Today I had an epiphany: it’s not anti-feminist to wear makeup or try to look pretty. You’re not giving in to anything.

If someone asked me why I dress the way I do, I’d say it’s because I like the way it looks. In other words, I dress to look good, based upon my own standards of “good”. If I said nobody else should do the same thing, what kind of feminist would I be? Everyone should be able to dress the way that makes them feel good and the way they think looks good, even if that is influenced by the media.

And, today, I wanted to have a sort of angel-like appearance based upon the neighborhood boys’ perception of the Lisbon girls in “The Virgin Suicides”. I wanted to seem light and wintery. And for the first time in about a billion years, I put on some concealer. I did it because it looked good with my pale, simple, flowy outfit. I liked how I looked. I did it for me, not for everybody else, and that’s what made me feel pretty.

The end is near!

Happy 2012, or in other words, doomsyear! 11.5 months left!

2011 was a pretty awesome year:

January: Went to New Zealand on vacation with my family! It was amazing.

February: My last Chinese New Year for a long time.

March: My intense Wilco phase. I. Was. Obsessed.

April: Started a blog! You’re looking at it now!

May: Was in The Wizard of Oz as Dorothy!

June: Moved to the USA.

July: Took a RISD fashion design class.

August: Discovered “A Very Potter Musical”. Find it on Youtube.

September: Started at my new school.

October: BIRFDAAAAYYY.

November: First real Thanksgiving in years.

December: Started writing for Rookie! Yay yay yay!

I have some resolutions for the new year. I think there were some awesome things about 2011, but also some things I’d like to change.

  • I need to post on my blog more. I know, it’s winter break, and this is my second post so far. What gives???
  • Read at least 2 books a month.
  • Also, thinking more while I read. Underline things and think about themes and metaphors.
  • Read the news and keep up with current events.
  • Learn how to play 20 ukulele chords.
  • Stop eating candy constantly. PS: Floss teeth every day.
  • Sew things.
  • Make lots of new friends.
  • Stop reading Memebase. Forever. It’s dumb and time consuming, but SO ADDICTING.
  • Maintain my hair color instead of letting it get grey and gross after a few washes.
  • Draw some more comic strips.

That’s about it for me. What are your resolutions?