I feel pretty!

I just dyed my hair soft black! It makes my green eyes pop even more! i love it. Also i just bought some new make up that does wonders!
 
I understand the concept of in-groups using a perjorative word affectionately, but to use it in a place where it is bound to cause offense and then rail against hypocritical PC bulls**t is rather disingenuous. I would also say that it is bad manners, but I wonder if this is becoming a generational thing?

Just a thought.
I'd say this is a "where and how you were brought up" thing. Syd and Marquis seem to be grasping the concept just fine.


Back on topic - your comment about manners reminds me that my mother used to scold my sister by saying: "Pretty is as pretty does." Sometimes this was a one-liner, accompanied by a stern look to bring my sister in line. Sometimes it served as the intro to a speech about doing unto others, polite behavior, and such.

Looking back on it, I'm amazed at the extent to which the desire to be "pretty" was used (and used very effectively) as behavioral motivation for my sister.

It's also interesting for me to consider the indirect effect that exposure to this message may have had on me. For example, I understand why some guys consider Palin attractive, but I find her unappealing to the point of repugnance.
 
Why is it a slur to you when I've already stated several times I didn't intend on it being a slur?



Please stand on the corner of Mott and Canal and yell "chinky" and then explain it isn't a slur. Not one of the ethnic Chinese walking around working shopping and living is really going to care about your Native-American-ness or what you meant, they're going to be justifiably WTF.

JM is right, this may be entirely about basic survival and liking not having my white ass kicked every day where I'm at and have been at.

Disgusting language and Native Americans still go together like 1866 though, if you live in a city with any number of Native people and some of them are transients OMG, listen to the things people call them. A lot of the younger people are taking back things like "skins" and stuff, but fucked if you'll hear me calling anyone that.

However HAD I done this and HAD someone kicked my ass, I'd say they were justified.

Don't worry about the continuation of the matter. I'm quite done with it at this point.
 
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I'd say this is a "where and how you were brought up" thing. Syd and Marquis seem to be grasping the concept just fine.


Back on topic - your comment about manners reminds me that my mother used to scold my sister by saying: "Pretty is as pretty does." Sometimes this was a one-liner, accompanied by a stern look to bring my sister in line. Sometimes it served as the intro to a speech about doing unto others, polite behavior, and such.

Looking back on it, I'm amazed at the extent to which the desire to be "pretty" was used (and used very effectively) as behavioral motivation for my sister.

It's also interesting for me to consider the indirect effect that exposure to this message may have had on me. For example, I understand why some guys consider Palin attractive, but I find her unappealing to the point of repugnance.

I think it's interesting that "pretty" was a behavioral modifier for her, or an effective one.

My family is very obsessed with weight, looks, dress, etc. It was more a stick to beat me with. My cousin, who I am first really starting to get to know, is a lot like I was - she's an artist, she's applying and getting into top schools and she really doesn't give a rat's ass about a lot of that stuff. She's a geek with a cute figure and likes to wear cute things, but is very much a jeans and hoodie girl and that's that. They are driving this baby out of the nest with pecks to the eyes and head.

I find, as I have my business, that less and less of my personal budget goes into wardrobe and makeup - I have the two or three outfits I need to look terrific and the rest of the time sweats and disheveled are what get the job done.

This also might be personal backlash against my five years of pretty rubber drag queen.
 
So, I'm probably going to be going to this TES party on Sat. with Seb and its photo/paprazzi themed or some shit. Usually, I don't care about party themes and ignore them, but at this party they are going to have a GIANT BARBIE BOX that you can STAND IN and take photos.

!!!!

I AM SO PUMPED.

I'm going to have to do myself up and be extra, extra perfect looking so that I can take some amazing photo as adoreable 60s barbie (ala http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlAt...565776B&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=109)

Oh man.

I'm excited.

P.S. That youtube video? That's basically what I aspire to.

P.P.S. Ooh! Ooh! This one too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff2OyUgjrGE&feature=related
 
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I think it's interesting that "pretty" was a behavioral modifier for her, or an effective one.

My family is very obsessed with weight, looks, dress, etc. It was more a stick to beat me with. My cousin, who I am first really starting to get to know, is a lot like I was - she's an artist, she's applying and getting into top schools and she really doesn't give a rat's ass about a lot of that stuff. She's a geek with a cute figure and likes to wear cute things, but is very much a jeans and hoodie girl and that's that. They are driving this baby out of the nest with pecks to the eyes and head.

I find, as I have my business, that less and less of my personal budget goes into wardrobe and makeup - I have the two or three outfits I need to look terrific and the rest of the time sweats and disheveled are what get the job done.

This also might be personal backlash against my five years of pretty rubber drag queen.
As an adult, I learned that my sister didn't take "pretty," in this context, quite as literally as I did. The broader point, as she sees it, is that she was raised to be liked. This is similar to the blanket admonition that some girls get to "be nice."

Your cousin sounds delightful. I'm sorry she's been so pecked.

My observation is that heavy emphasis on makeup and stylish attire often goes hand in hand with a certain pretentiousness. This is obviously a response to the people I've met who fit the description, and not a condemnation of meticulously groomed people overall.

Five years as a pretty rubber drag queen, huh? You're topless in the only photo I've got of you, so I'm finding that hard to picture. ;)
 
So, I'm probably going to be going to this TES party on Sat. with Seb and its photo/paprazzi themed or some shit. Usually, I don't care about party themes and ignore them, but at this party they are going to have a GIANT BARBIE BOX that you can STAND IN and take photos.

!!!!

I AM SO PUMPED.

I'm going to have to do myself up and be extra, extra perfect looking so that I can take some amazing photo as adoreable 60s barbie (ala http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlAt...565776B&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=109)

Oh man.

I'm excited.

P.S. That youtube video? That's basically what I aspire to.

P.P.S. Ooh! Ooh! This one too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff2OyUgjrGE&feature=related

Very cool.

I went to TES fest in 2006, good group, would love to spend more time with them in the future.
 
Very cool.

I went to TES fest in 2006, good group, would love to spend more time with them in the future.

Yeah, I'm saving up now to go to TES Fest this summer. If I volunteer and get free admission, I think I'll be able to do it. I'm really looking forward to it :)
 
Are there still candy stripers? My first girlfriend was one and that could be a perv for me. Just haven't thought about it in so long.
 
!!! Want.

Would you consider selling?

No. I'm sentimentally attached to them.

And they are not perfect in the box, never been touched dolls. They are dolls I got waaaay back, have played with and loved! I keep them bedside.

:rose:
 
No. I'm sentimentally attached to them.

And they are not perfect in the box, never been touched dolls. They are dolls I got waaaay back, have played with and loved! I keep them bedside.

:rose:

Aw that's sweet. I think I got rid of my barbies when I was, I dunno, 11 or something. Maybe if they had had better clothes I would have kept them longer.
 
I played with mine through high school. My daugther was done with hers by second grade. I bring them back out sometimes and enjoy them once again. I was an only child. They were my buds, along with books and such.

:rose:
 
I played with mine through high school. My daugther was done with hers by second grade. I bring them back out sometimes and enjoy them once again. I was an only child. They were my buds, along with books and such.

:rose:

Yeah... I was an only child too and spent much of my childhood playing with my various barbies and other dolls and action figures and beanie babies (oops, my age is showing). Once I hit middle school, though, I was pretty done with that. I picked up books and never went back. Every once in a while I pull out my old toys (or what's left of them), too. But more often than not I'll pull out an old book and re-read it. Nothing makes me feel young like reading a book I loved when I was a kid, it's so easy to slip back into that mindset with it.
 
I just dyed my hair soft black! It makes my green eyes pop even more! i love it. Also i just bought some new make up that does wonders!

I really liked having black hair, but removing it to get another color in is a pain, so be sure you want to have black hair for a while honey!!

Please stand on the corner of Mott and Canal and yell "chinky" and then explain it isn't a slur. Not one of the ethnic Chinese walking around working shopping and living is really going to care about your Native-American-ness or what you meant, they're going to be justifiably WTF.

*snip*

My point is, context and intention have been totally thrown out the window and dismissed, and people have repetitively harassed me because I said something about MYSELF that was in no way intended to be insulting, racist or a slur, and not meant to offend ANY....BODY, but no matter how many times I've said that I didn't mean it in an offensive way, this conversation continues on as people tell me over and over and over that "well someone's going to find that word offensive you know" and yet it was said to death already. This is page five. I know now that someone finds it offense. That's been made painfully clear. Let's move on.

Fact is, I never called anyone a racial slur. I didn't say, "I hate Asian people." I never never even implied it in the slightest little bitty bit. I didn't say it to anyone but myself, in a non-offensive way. End of story.

I played with mine through high school. My daughter was done with hers by second grade. I bring them back out sometimes and enjoy them once again. I was an only child. They were my buds, along with books and such.

:rose:

I miss my Barbies. I stopped playing with mine just before I went into high school and my mom tossed the whole lot. I had some stuff in there I really would have liked to give my daughter (if my baby is a girl), things that you can't buy anymore, you know what I mean? I had some COOL stuff. I really liked to collect little realistic things to make their houses look more life like. I had little bottles of shampoo and conditioner, hair spray, blow dryer, jewelry, tons of clothes and shoes (with hangers!) little plastic food and I actually had two different sets of dinner wear, one pink set that didn't really look real (but it was still very cute) and a silver-shiny set that looked somewhat realistic. It even included teapots, little tiny silverware, serving trays, cups, plates, bowls, a gravy boat, a big platter to put turkey on...you name it.

I even made a lot of stuff for them, linens for their beds, pillows for the couch...my mom bought me some modeling clay and I made realistic looking food for them. My dad used to sit and watch me craft tiny objects out of cloth and thread and clay and wire for hours on end. That's the stuff that can't ever be replaced.

I even went so far as to go to a carpet store and ask them for any samples they might want to throw out. I would use staples and glue and pieces of cardboard (drawn on with markers with windows cut out) and make them their own houses. My family was dirt poor but I had the BEST barbie stuff so all the neighborhood girls wanted to play with me. :D
 
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So, I'm probably going to be going to this TES party on Sat. with Seb and its photo/paprazzi themed or some shit. Usually, I don't care about party themes and ignore them, but at this party they are going to have a GIANT BARBIE BOX that you can STAND IN and take photos.

!!!!

I AM SO PUMPED.

I'm going to have to do myself up and be extra, extra perfect looking so that I can take some amazing photo as adoreable 60s barbie (ala http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlAt...565776B&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=109)

Oh man.

I'm excited.

P.S. That youtube video? That's basically what I aspire to.

P.P.S. Ooh! Ooh! This one too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff2OyUgjrGE&feature=related

You've got the look DOWN, sweetie! (I am so jealous!)
I know I'm showing my age, but damn, Barbie had the life! lol


" I miss my Barbies. I stopped playing with mine just before I went into high school and my mom tossed the whole lot. I had some stuff in there I really would have liked to give my daughter (if my baby is a girl), things that you can't buy anymore, you know what I mean? I had some COOL stuff. I really liked to collect little realistic things to make their houses look more life like. I had little bottles of shampoo and conditioner, hair spray, blow dryer, jewelry, tons of clothes and shoes (with hangers!) little plastic food and I actually had two different sets of dinner wear, one pink set that didn't really look real (but it was still very cute) and a silver-shiny set that looked somewhat realistic. It even included teapots, little tiny silverware, serving trays, cups, plates, bowls, a gravy boat, a big platter to put turkey on...you name it.

I even made a lot of stuff for them, linens for their beds, pillows for the couch...my mom bought me some modeling clay and I made realistic looking food for them. My dad used to sit and watch me craft tiny objects out of cloth and thread and clay and wire for hours on end. That's the stuff that can't ever be replaced.

I even went so far as to go to a carpet store and ask them for any samples they might want to throw out. I would use staples and glue and pieces of cardboard (drawn on with markers with windows cut out) and make them their own houses. My family was dirt poor but I had the BEST barbie stuff so all the neighborhood girls wanted to play with me."




You have the the most inventive imagination ever, Satin! We were dirt poor, too, and my aunt would make my cousin and I duplicate outfits for our Barbies.
The things I could do with a shoebox....*looks wistful* :rolleyes:

Does anyone remember the 'Dawn' dolls of the seventies? That was my next fave, her being a hippie and all...
 
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I have two Dawn dolls! I loved those girls! They are so small! Those little purses and shoes! OMG!

:rose:
 
You have the the most inventive imagination ever, Satin! We were dirt poor, too, and my aunt would make my cousin and I duplicate outfits for our Barbies.
The things I could do with a shoebox....*looks wistful* :rolleyes:

Does anyone remember the 'Dawn' dolls of the seventies? That was my next fave, her being a hippie and all...

Oh well thank you sweetie! That's so nice of you! It really was out of necessity, Barbie houses were and still are, what, fifty or sixty bucks? We couldn't afford that. That's money that was being used to pay the light bill. *laughs*

I once knew a girl who had this gigantic four-story barbie mansion with a real working shower/bath and lights in all the rooms. Oh My God I loved that thing. Matching furniture and dinnerware, the bedroom had a four-poster canopy bed.....:eek: It was several hundred dollars, if I can remember correctly what her mom said about it.

I've never heard of "Dawn" dolls, were they like Barbies?
 
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