3. Going to Fashion Events
I attended Fashion Night Out for the food, as I heard it would be free. It was mostly wine, bottled water, and Pop Chips, but I guess it was interesting in the same sense as a trip to the zoo. However, the novelty quickly wears thin. Did you know when fashion bloggers congregate they just stand around, taking pictures of things? This isn’t good for someone who only attends events for the food. I enjoy looking at pretty clothes too, but the effect is monumentally diminished with a DJ blaring Moby-Ke$ha remixes, strobe lights, and a stampede of clog-wearers racing to touch Alexa Chung’s shoes.
2. Taking Blog Pictures
Before we’d go out, there was always the business of taking blog pictures. The de facto photographers for fashion bloggers are their boyfriends. If they don’t have one, they turn to their mother. If she’s not available, then there are friends. And if there are no friends, the sad task is bestowed upon an impatient roommate. I may be bitter because I am as photogenic as a cast iron skillet, but I’m always nauseated by people who have an automatic pose for cameras. Head tilted, jowls hidden, and knees knock-kneed. Whenever I had to do take a picture, I’d walk away feeling somewhat cheapened, like I had just bought a blood diamond.
1. A False Sense of Superiority
I don’t mean from your roommate. I mean from you. Once you live with someone whose sole reason for living is chiffon, you start feeling mistakenly superior and begin asking haughty questions to no one in particular. Does she even subscribe to the Drudge Report? How much polyester can one accumulate before causing a fire hazard? This is troubling, as I am just as shallow as any fashion blogger, though my vices tend to differ at times. But when you live with one, you can’t help but feeling like you never want anything to do with fashion. So you end up moving to a different neighborhood, where you never have to unclog fake eyelashes from your sink drain ever again.
