I’m in my forties and never learned how to do make-up. I get maybe two haircuts a year and I buy the same style of running shoes every six months or so after I wear out the soles and stink up my previous pair. I live in Seattle and fit right in. I have used the same hand-drawn avatar online since 2006 and it’s an elf with underpants for a hat. My favorite wardrobe staple is a 12 year-old hoodie that a dog recently bit a hole through.
So of course, I’m going to tell you what I’ve noticed abut fashion vs. style.
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Look, I may be ratty, but I’m also pretty perceptive. Fashion and style are visual codes for status, class, wealth, race—all sorts of foul and unfair judgment systems. If you infer something from Comic Sans vs. Helvetica, or if you doubt the authenticity of a handbag when the person carrying it is wearing Old Navy flip-flops, you’re aware of this crap, too.
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