This is the last outfit I'll post with my semi short pink hair! Well, my hair will still be pink after cutting it but it'll be legit short! I always have the same kind of lame-o feeling a couple of days before I get my hair cut. Before making the appointment I have this moment of wondering whether I REALLY want to get it cut or not (a little piece of the girl who wants princess hair still resides somewhere in my brain) but once I made the hair-cutting official I start getting really irritated with my hair, almost to the point where I want to cut it myself. I've been wearing it in a ratty little ponytail all week so I'll be hella happy to have it short again, tomorra. I'll take a little moment for this particular hairstyle because it has been awesome. You did well, hair. I salute you.
Now a little funny story, related to hair and a little rant on how people always seem to think that other people care about their personal opinions on things. In school, I was talking to this dude about dying hair. He's a goth so he dyes his hair black, quite the opposite of my bright pink 'do. He talked about the various things he wanted to do and, naturally, I talked about my hair related adventures, including my plans of getting the Robyn 'do with the option to do a mohawk. He looked at me, confused, saying "Really? You serious?" to which I replied "Uh, yeah?". He flat out told me the following: "It'll look terrible on you." I flat out told him this: "Well dude, I really do not care whether some random person may or may not find me attractive with a certain hairstyle because, frankly, there's more important stuff in the world to worry about. Also, I will cut my hair the way I like." I'd like to say that I stopped here but after that eloquent burn I added "TOO BAD, MOTHERFUCKAH" and walked away. I felt particularly bad ass that day. But being confronted by these kinds of things always raises a certain annoying point.
Why do people feel the need to tell other people what they should or should not do with their appearance? "Don't get that haircut, it'll look hideous on you.", "Take off that make-up babe, you look like a hooker.", "Those pants are VERY unflattering, you know.", "Are you sure you want to wear this?", "Those shoes are very... interesting.", we've all heard similar comments. I know I have. Somehow, people have the idea that they can tell you whatever they want and like, just because they can. I personally don't feel the need to tell someone that I think they look terrible when that is the case, unless it's a kind of "there's lipstick on your teeth" thing going on. In those kinds of situations you should be good person and tell them what's up. However, if they're wearing a certain type of thing that's not particularly your style, just don't say anything. Bitch to your friends if you want to, fine. No harm done. But just because you have a certain idea about what defines beauty doesn't mean that you possess the cold, hard truth on what beauty is. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is such a well-known saying but I barely know any people who actually listen to their own advice. I'm still a snot-nosed punk but at least I found out that NOTHING in life is written in concrete, so to speak. Whether it's an opinion on something, a dream about the future, the maximal capacity of our technology, it all changes. And I think we all agree that the idea on what is attractive changes a hell of a lot, looking at fashion history. We think the people in the eighties were silly mofo's with the shoulder pads and neon colors, even looking back at what we wore ten years ago makes us laugh our ass off. But back then, we thought we were stone cold foxes.
Apart from the whole "define beauty" discussion, I also just really get kind of pissed when people automatically assume that you wear certain things and do certain things solely to be attractive to men. Because us womenfolk have nothing better to worry about than landing some dude. I tell you what: I'd rather have my future guy know that I sometimes to crazy shit with my appearance. Otherwise he'll be in for a big shock everytime I dye my hair a different color. It's part of my personality. My future dude will love me, bald and pierced or long blonde braids and tattooed, for the delightfully crazy chick that I am. As he should. /rant
Now that I got that out of the way, pictures of my outfit are in place. The tights and earrings are two of my awesome christmas prezzies, I love them so much.
Dress: T2 Vintage
Sweater: Zara
Tights, Earrrings: Forever 21
Shoes: New Look
Ring: Claires
This is very soft and cutesy for my style nowadays but I felt so good in all these pretty colors. The soft hues and mary janes made me feel so sweet. Sometimes a girl just wants to twirl around in a pretty floral dress! Have a nice weekend and lots of luck to all of you with exams!
