DALederle wrote:The current trend of Blue Jeans taking over as the only type of pants so many people wear began as a "rebel fashion" in the 1950s. Up until then people knew about and wore "jeans" but they weren't "accepted" fashion. You wouldn't get in a good restuarant or night club if you wore jeans.
I credit this as being part of the overall "dumbing down" of society. Creeping "casualism" has gotten its tendrils not only into fashion, but also into many fields that require quite a lot of rigour. As I've allluded to before, "Nothing says, 'I don't care' more than a T-shirt and dungarees." What we've become is a society where "good enough" is as far as the masses care to go. Whatever happened to the mantras of "aim high" and "reach for the stars"? We are vastly poorer as a species with the abandonment of those ideals.
But then movie star James Dean made them fashionable. James Dean and Marlon Brandon.
Ah, yes -- Rebel Without a Clue. One more weak bit of teen angst that tries pitifully hard to show just how empty life has become. If one is to rebel against something --
anything -- he should have a reason for it, and a cogent explanation of precisely
why it is worthy of rebellion. Anything less tends to come across as whining. If one is going to poke a stick in society's eye, one needs proper justification.
So tell me, who do you think could "lead the charge" of making kilts or skirts into the new rebel look.
Why
YOU, of course! And myself, and any of the forward- and independent-minded thinkers here at SkirtCafe. Why should we wait for someone else to do the "heavy lifting" when we are all perfectly capable of it ourselves? Actively taking personal responsibility for things is often hailled as one of the hallmarks of "masculinity" (whatever
that may be); why squander that by passively waiting on the sidelines and waiting for
somebody else to take a stand?
I don't mean to rant here, but I'm not getting any younger, and feel the need to "force the matter" a little bit. Yes, that means that I'm occasionally out on a limb, but I have my wits with me, and I have my intellectual arguments; I also have an unshakable confidence in my skirting, and that comes across loud and clear in any setting I'm likely to show up in. It's not cockiness but rather a serene understanding of who I am as a human being, and a presence that points that up.
A number of years ago, my (late) grandmother commented on her beloved Boston Red Sox and their drought of World Series wins, "At my age one gets
impatient!" -- she was fortunate enough to see the Sox win one (more) before she passed away. I am not going to be passive on the matter of what I happen to toss on my lower half. The way I see it is that there's no percentage in being passive; the only way forward of to grab the mantle, raise it high, and stride forward. I'm willing to accept a lump or two along the way, but progress always comes at a cost, and if you're not part of the solution, the quip that "you're part of the problem" frequently holds true.
