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[cailj]

That was a great weekend. It really was. Saturday was date day, and yesterday was pretty cool too. Had lunch with B at the Thai place, so there was much yummy food and girly talking. Had my monthly (or so) catch-up on the scene in New Orleans. Though if she keeps staying uninvolved, I might completely and totally fall out of the loop and not have any clue at all what's going on. D's sister and brother in law asked us to take them to a party the next time they come to visit though, so I might have to maintain some kind of halfway presence. Though that would be weird to be taking D AND his sister to a play party.

After lunch, I played Soul Calibur II for a while with D and then attacked my closet. All summer long I've been in this horrible slump. Wearing clothes that are frumpy, slouching, feeling generally unattractive because I've been stressed. When D took me shopping on Saturday we had a long talk about clothes and how they make us feel and how dressing sexy can make us /feel/ sexy which gives us confidence and makes us feel, in general, happier. And for me, it's true. And it's only in the last couple of years that it's really dawned on me /just/ how true that is. Before that, I had gotten into a habit of wearing clothes that, while they were certainly comfortable, didn't do anything for my self-esteem. I never really got /looked/ at, I never got hit on ... well, almost never ... and I never felt sexy. Almost never. But in the last couple of years I've been changing out my clothes. I have a lot of sexy clothes now, a lot of girly clothes, and a lot of really nice feminine clothes that emphasize the good parts of my body. I can walk around in an upscale mall around lots of well dressed people and still get compliments about my outfits or have guys look me up and down a couple of times. I like that a lot. I'm not on the hunt or anything like that, but it can do a lot for a girl's confidence levels to know that she looks desirable. I never really felt desirable before.

So anyway, I went through my closet yesterday pretty ruthlessly and pulled out a lot of things that I don't wear, or that I don't /want/ to wear anymore. And it felt good. Really good. And I have officially given up the last vestiges of my goth-girl-hood. I no longer own a black velvet dress after yesterday. *grin*

So after the closet attack (and I have SO MUCH MORE ROOM in my closet now -- room enough that I can actually set my shoes out and see them all), D and I went over to A's house to have steaks with him and his wife. We were going to stay for a couple of hours, and we ended up staying for six hours. There was much wine and much talk about ... well, everything under the sun. And there was ... a possibility. If things had only gone slightly different, or if I'd been sitting next to the wife instead of next to D, I think there might have been some interesting ramifications. I have never met a more bi-curious woman in my life. And she's ...mmmm.... hot. To say the least. But who knows. There's always next time.

We're going over to see A's band play a gig later today, but I absolutely cannot stay long because the real kicker of this great weekend?

Absolutely no work done on the dissertation. None. Nada. Zilch.

*guilt guilt guilt guilt guilt*

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[teslagirl.livejournal.com]

I know exactly what you mean about the clothes. I was the same way for a few years after I had Quinn. But after the twins were old enough that I wasn't whipping it out to nurse them every two hours, I started thinking about what I was wearing. Now I have lots of gauzy, young-looking things. Dressy, sexy, sometimes even sophisticated. At first my sister and one of my brothers-in-law made fun of me, said I was trying to look younger than I was. But I just ignored them. I don't want to dress for a role I don't feel is mine: the frumpy housewife. I want to be the smart sexy stay-at-home Mom, instead. heh.

Anyway, I am glad you have feel pretty and sexy now, because you are!

[doctorpepper.livejournal.com]

All right, I suppose I can tell you now. The truth is, no one really writes a dissertation. The dissertation is a hypothetical, but purely illusory, construct, much like "Jane" in "Jane has two apples and eats one, how many apples does Jane have?" The dissertation, like Jane, is posited only as a focal point for the exercise: it's an excuse to get you to do the research.

Eventually, every graduate student gets fed up, storms into their advisor's office -- or sometimes random offices in other departments altogether, and in one possibly apocryphal Georgetown anecdote, a session of Congress -- and shouts, "That's it! I've had it! I'm not doing this dissertation! You can't make me! I'll drop out and SEW SHIRTS FOR A LIVING WITH NOT EVEN A THIMBLE TO PROTECT ME FROM THE ELEMENTS!"

And then everyone dances, and confetti falls from the ceiling, and there is punch and pie, for you have passed the final exam.

Don't tell anyone I told you this.

[teslagirl.livejournal.com]

You are a lunatic.

[doctorpepper.livejournal.com]

Shh!

It's All About the Clothes.

[demonhaunted.livejournal.com]

Oh, there is no doubt that clothes have a major impact on a lot of people's self-esteem. I tend to try and keep a minimalistic lifestyle in terms of materialistic goods(just because I hate all the clutter of a ton of objects), but clothes are the one thing I'll drop serious cash on. While some of my other male friends may go out and buy the latest techno-gadget, I go to Guess, Kenneth Cole, Armani and Barney's New York to check out what's new and stylish. Even for "simple" clothes like jeans, the difference is noticeable.

I think looking in the mirror and seeing clothes that reflect what I want to see does a lot for me. Makes me feel more confident, sexier, etc. And I've noticed the same with a few friends. I had a few friends who dressed fairly frumpy; I dragged them by the ear and took them shopping. Once they saw what they looked in something sleek, stylish and sexy, it really impacted their own view of themselves. For the better. This applied equally to both male and female friends that I did a "makeover" for.

I also think there is some truth to the idea that clothing reflects attitude. If someone takes no effort to dress well, especially for a special occassion, I think it not only reflects negatively on them, but it shows a lack of courtesy and respect to the people they're with. If you can't bother to dress decently to go out to dinner with me at someplace nice, then what does that say about your attitude towards me?

Anyway, some might say this is a shallow attitude, but I think it's foolish to say that one only values the mental or spiritual side of a person. While I'd put intelligence and human decency well over physical in my list of priorities, I'd be lying if I didn't say physical ranked up there. And while one might not be able to control how naturally good looking one is, clothing is certainly an aspect one can influence.

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

Hrm. so black velvet dress -> goth-girl-hood?
Not that I've ever worn mine in public... but still color me surprised.