But the techno Viking (tumblr loves it set to they’re taking the hobbits to isengard) hates dumb men
The part where he points in the video is him telling this guy to fuck off. The guy had just bumped into a chick in a douchey kinda flirty way. He yells at him
And then gets his dance on
The same thing goes for pants, only there it’s hips and ass and thighs and calves. Sometimes I will see another woman’s ass and find myself mildly surprised at the lack of smaller orbiting bodies. Each cheek will be perfect and spherical, and yet… anything that large is bound to have its own gravitational field. Look at this http://i.imgur.com/LVUFvIG.jpg . Where is this woman supposed to buy pants that fit her waist/hips and ass simultaneously? No-fucking-where. That’s why she’s wearing jeggings. This is why women say they wear jeggings/ yoga pants/
Or maybe you don’t have “enough” breasts and ass, so to make clothing fit without feeling awful about even your clothing calling you deficient, you stick padding in your bra or panties… and god help you if anyone ever finds out (and they will.) Then you’re “a fake” or “pathetic” or any of the other horrible things people say about women who want to look good and fill clothing out without wearing skin-tight-everything. Or maybe, horror of horrors, you get cosmetic surgery (in either direction) toward more “typical” proportions to simplify your life, and that’s even worse.
There is one final option: to find a manufacturer or designer who actually produces clothing to your proportions. When you find this designer, you stick with them for THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. You will pay any amount of money that you can manage to get this clothing in preference to other, reasonably-priced clothing that covers your body. You would take a bullet for this designer, because they produced the first moment in your adult life where you looked in a mirror and went “dayummmm girl, you lookin’ fiiiiiiiiine!” instead of wanting to put a bullet through your head in the dressing room at Target because how could you try on 30 shirts and have NONE OF THEM look right? Let’s make it better, because after your sainted boyfriend ran around exchanging sizes for you in a three-hour endurance trial, you walked out of the store empty-handed and he thought you had finally lost it when you began sobbing in the car (again).
Designers and manufacturers know this. They know that you will pay $200 for a pair of jeans that don’t make you weep with shame every time you pull them on and witness the aftermath of muffin top—straining your self-esteem and emotional relationships, along with a two-inch portion of pants that should otherwise fit perfectly. This is why women’s clothing is so expensive, and why we put up with it, even though men (because they’re so much more sensible, and we’re just silly, as a gender) obviously wouldn’t.
Abstract numbers make as much sense as anything else when you’d need six numbers to actually describe whether a shirt would fit. When your choices are comfort (yoga pants) or things that people might not shame you for wearing in public (not stretchy/ skin-tight) but not both unless you’re lucky or rich, you get used to wearing uncomfortable things every day. You put up with stupid shit on your feet because discomfort is your baseline, and is almost always directly correlated with how socially-acceptable a piece of clothing will be.
An enraged hourglass
preach woman preach
derailing might make you feel better about the world you experience but it solves exactly zero real problems.
SOME LADY IS WANTS TO REALLY MAKE THEM FOR REAL NOW
Like I really want to respect your religious choices… but I can’t help but think it’s wrong to teach young women to be silent and to only follow men. I really struggle with that. There should be a way to go about it without being a dick.