a friend of mine was visiting from michigan for a few days, and
she was appalled by some of my clothing choices that i now have.
WHAT??? YOUR WEARING EXPRESS???
omg. the sky has fallen.
she then went on (and on) talking about how the adele she used to know
didnt used to wear that stuff, and would never leave the house without
fishnet on and so on and so forth. and it was true at one point in my life.
fishnets, vinyl, corsets were my life. black eyeliner was a staple...
and now. now yes, i would like to be able to continue to wear all that stuff all the time...
my god....it would be a dream come true. but i have also chosen to finish school and get a good paying (good resume building) job in a town that
is still within the bible belt. i am the first person in my company that protested putting in a dress code....i am the only supervisor there, that has earrings that
are not itty bitty and a nose ring that never gets taken out. i am the only person in a supervisor position that has a tongue ring, and obvious holes every where else in my damn face...
i have stood up for employees that have gotten various showing piercings, i have persauded some people at the office to try and view it openmindedly.
but i have also changed. yes, a few of my piercings come and go (meaning that i dont wear them to work) but the others....they stay. i have never taken them out, and i wont.
my hair is still crazy. my tattoos are still in your face and everywhere.
so what the fuck is the problem....
so what if i fucking want to wear a business suit. so what if i have to occasionally. i really dont see a judge taking me serious for
one of my consumers if i all i wear is fucking combat boots and corsets.
sometimes when i wake up.....i want to wear that business suit...with it comes power in the business arena of my life, that a vinyl skirt wont.
\
sure i would like it if we could wear what we want when we want....and noone would judge...but thats not how the world is.
not yet, maybe never....who fucking knows.
but see..what my friend has not realized....is that you do both....you can blend and mix and combine....
you can compromise your individuality just a teeny itty bitty bit......but once your in slam them with it. surprise them.
yes the girl that runs that MR house has all her paperwork in.
yes her consumers are happier than they have seemed for years.
yes her employees respect and even like her a little bit.
and yes....oh yes....she is that lil punk rock bitch sittin in that business suit over there...
yeah...that one with the hair sticking up everywhere....
i told my friend that she could just fuck off and go back to her daddys and mommys house, where when trouble comes, they rescue...
when her bills arent paid she asks (and gets)......
while i sit here and take care of my own.
and then we went to lunch.
she was appalled by some of my clothing choices that i now have.
WHAT??? YOUR WEARING EXPRESS???
omg. the sky has fallen.
she then went on (and on) talking about how the adele she used to know
didnt used to wear that stuff, and would never leave the house without
fishnet on and so on and so forth. and it was true at one point in my life.
fishnets, vinyl, corsets were my life. black eyeliner was a staple...
and now. now yes, i would like to be able to continue to wear all that stuff all the time...
my god....it would be a dream come true. but i have also chosen to finish school and get a good paying (good resume building) job in a town that
is still within the bible belt. i am the first person in my company that protested putting in a dress code....i am the only supervisor there, that has earrings that
are not itty bitty and a nose ring that never gets taken out. i am the only person in a supervisor position that has a tongue ring, and obvious holes every where else in my damn face...
i have stood up for employees that have gotten various showing piercings, i have persauded some people at the office to try and view it openmindedly.
but i have also changed. yes, a few of my piercings come and go (meaning that i dont wear them to work) but the others....they stay. i have never taken them out, and i wont.
my hair is still crazy. my tattoos are still in your face and everywhere.
so what the fuck is the problem....
so what if i fucking want to wear a business suit. so what if i have to occasionally. i really dont see a judge taking me serious for
one of my consumers if i all i wear is fucking combat boots and corsets.
sometimes when i wake up.....i want to wear that business suit...with it comes power in the business arena of my life, that a vinyl skirt wont.
\
sure i would like it if we could wear what we want when we want....and noone would judge...but thats not how the world is.
not yet, maybe never....who fucking knows.
but see..what my friend has not realized....is that you do both....you can blend and mix and combine....
you can compromise your individuality just a teeny itty bitty bit......but once your in slam them with it. surprise them.
yes the girl that runs that MR house has all her paperwork in.
yes her consumers are happier than they have seemed for years.
yes her employees respect and even like her a little bit.
and yes....oh yes....she is that lil punk rock bitch sittin in that business suit over there...
yeah...that one with the hair sticking up everywhere....
i told my friend that she could just fuck off and go back to her daddys and mommys house, where when trouble comes, they rescue...
when her bills arent paid she asks (and gets)......
while i sit here and take care of my own.
and then we went to lunch.
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i haven't been to chinchae. or have i? i can't remember... when were you here?
she just doesn't get it.
good for you. you're making your life a better place for YOU to live in.. not anyone else. i've had some of the same struggles with the business world and my appearance and whatnot.
kudos to you for makin it.
xo