Fashion is one of the very few forms of expression in which women have more freedom than men. And I don’t think it’s an accident that it’s typically seen as shallow, trivial, and vain. It is the height of irony that women are valued for our looks, encouraged to make ourselves beautiful and ornamental… and are then derided as shallow and vain for doing so. And it’s a subtle but definite form of sexism to take one of the few forms of expression where women have more freedom, and treat it as a form of expression that’s inherently superficial and trivial. Like it or not, fashion and style are primarily a women’s art form. And I think it gets treated as trivial because women get treated as trivial.
Marilyn Monroe on the set of Some Like It Hot, 1958
—Hand In My Pocket
I’m broke but I’m happy. Mood of the day.
Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip
So I watched Drive (about a million years after everybody else) mostly because RYAN GOSLING. I loved the music, but I still don’t know what to make of the movie. Or even Gosling’s performance.
But still, that scene in the elevator was so gripping and heartbreaking. One of the few moments in the movie when the actors actually made me feel something.
I just drive. Mood of the day.
“I’m giving you a night call to tell you how I feel
I want to drive you through the night, down the hills
I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear
I’m gonna show you where it’s dark, but have no fear
There something inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same”