Also, if you can find me a legit teenager whose appetite is sated by the fucking kids menu, you need to just let that weird unicorn be.
Also, if you can find me a legit teenager whose appetite is sated by the fucking kids menu, you need to just let that weird unicorn be.
I’m picturing your condiments being like a squeeze bottle of French’s yellow mustard, a squeeze bottle of Kraft barbecue sauce, and some Hidden Valley Ranch dressing.
I. Just. Want. Long. Sleeves.
I was wearing long dresses frequently in high school and college, in the mid-90s. And at the time, little flower prints and linen and beige were all the rage. I still like longer dresses. I never read the Little House books; I don’t really know how I avoided them, but I was an Anne of Green Gables and Encyclopedia…
This Native girl loves prairie dresses. Always has, always will. Got married in a Gunne Sax prairie dress. Wore one for my 8th grade class photo.
The original title of the article was ether going to be “Well Actually, That Popular Thing Is Bad” or “I’m Better Than You: Why You Should Be Ashamed Of Yourself”
... out of GENOCIDE.
Exactly. The great lie is that we need to be protected from the perspectives of other ages, or to judge them outright, rather than engage with them and try to understand what they can tell us about the human condition. It’s true that a great deal of what’s in that book no longer squares with our collective morality,…
It’s hand-sewn and woven from my cat’s fur, which is an apparently inexhaustible resource. ;-)
“We are always asking for something when we get dressed,”
I feel like babywearing has nothing to do with this-I babywear because my baby screams if I put him down and its useful to you know, feel like a person and have 2 hands and eat. I don’t think many people are babywearing to feel like some kind of hipster Vogue ideal of a settler/housewife
So wearing prairie dresses is racist. Wearing styles with an urban/black/latina influence is racist. Wearing cheap clothes sewn by some Thai woman making $0.25 a day is definitely racist. (I actually agree with that last one.)
This! Now the clothing style people wore when they were conquering a country is warped with racism and weft with subservience? Better tell that to all those people attending renaissance fairs and Pennsic-type events. All those medieval people, vikings, knights... they were all out indenturing slaves, conquering lands,…
I ... um, never thought we were supposed to AGREE with Ma’s racism. Is this a thing now? That if a character in a book expresses a view, we assume all the readers will immediately start sharing it? Like how schools banned Huck Finn because it has the N word, without realising that nuance (and, in Twain’s case, satire)…
No. You’re a racist because ruffles.
I get the feeling you only read two of the books. In your focus on hating these dresses for historic crimes, you entirely miss the bulk of the books which take place in North Dakota, and even more important you miss Caroline’s obsession with education, that she made sure her daughter who was blind was college…
You can’t just pick and choose which fantasy you think people are embracing to tag them with the worst one. What if it *is* about taking back one’s body and appearance — “you can’t see my body if I don’t want you to” — and not “let’s kill all the Natives”?
I’m with you on all of this, but also, fashion is cyclical, and we all saw this coming after the Paris Hilton low cut jeans/Kim Kardashian/bandage dress days. This is the third-coming of this style of dress, as they were an icon during the 60s-70s “back to the land” movement and its subsequent less practical ripples…
They’re dressing like their own great-great-grandmothers, in a claim, conscious or not, to a racialized and gendered history.
As a genomicist myself, I have to say that this comparison was rather poorly done. First of all, although it is “common sense” to imagine that identical twins are, you know, identical at the DNA level, this isn’t actually true. Certainly, they are closer to each other than ordinary siblings, but originating from the…