Am I expressing myself when I wear hippie clothes?
I don't know, I really don't, whether this question covers most of the things I'm thinking about right now. Perhaps I shouldn't even give this issue the light of day; there are bigger issues at hand and offshore and whatnot.
However, consumerism, the mad dash to feel accepted by corporate CEO's, is what I believe is truly personified when I hand over dough for moccasins.
Wouldn't I better express my self, my views, my soul without clothes? Would I better represent my species? God damn it, people do not serve society when they wear dresses, frilly coat-jackets and Halloween costumes. What's the compelling state-interest to keep us clothed? (I hope this is not me finding something to argue about for the sake of arguing. I hope this is more. I doubt we can change. But why not?)
Elitist theory contends that we're serving the higher-ups.
Wearing tube socks is non-instinctual and abominable, in that order. We are the lowest animals. There's no other animal that deprives itself of sleep. There's no other animal that exerts a jealous feeling. There's no other species that expresses themselves with cotton, hemp, wool, polyester.
Please someone tell me real quick-like what's so diggable about clothing?
What's so diggable about clothing? Modesty. Societal Norms. All those learned things that tell us being naked is wrong. Kinda messed up if you think about it.
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Sorry, could you clarify What's Messed Up?
Sustainably yers, http://www.progressiveu.org/blog/green-underbelly
Clothes are the human animals's first expression of status. Like a guppy's bright tail, nice clothes send the message that this human is doing well. Being visual creatures, humans concentrate a hugh part of our cognition on how things look. I don't believe that we will ever stop wearing clothes, at least, not in the foreseeable furture. Clothes help other humans know where you stand in society and how they should act accordingly. You know that if I stuff some poor guy off the street in a suit, he will be treated and will act differently than if I stick him in a shirt with 420 on it and cargo pants. I settle for wearing plain and comfortable clothes. That way, Mike is looking at my face when I explain the intricacies of rotifers insides rather than my blouse.
sig: haHA!
Winter in Minnesota!
Otherwise, I was cheering all the way through this post. Loved it!
http://www.progressiveu.org/blog/ediblewoman
Thank you, i dig yer blogs too.
Winter in Montana may as well be added to that list, although I wear shorts in the middle of that season... shows what kind of societal norms I exude.
Sustainably yers, http://www.progressiveu.org/blog/green-underbelly
Just yesterday or the day before (sometimes I lose track of my travel through time,) I was sitting at the Blackrose Infoshop and listening to a conversation about this very thing. This young punk girl had written a little paragraph about why nudism was truly radical, as apposed to being "black clad," or whatever else the "radical fashion police," say is the radical dress of the moment. She said we need to stop identifying and grouping people based on the clothes they wear, which is a big waste of time and does nothing to bring people with common interests and projects together. I was like "this is why I'm interested in raising rabbits in my backyard and making their pelts into clothing," although I suppose people will find ways to group and label me for doing that as well. People will just call me "primitivist" and "anti-civ" and things like that.
I like people who dress according to practicality and thrift, rather then fashion. People who would rather wear big, ugly rubber boots then get wet feet, people who will wear an oversized fake fur coat if they found it in a free box. I also like fashion, however, and I have to admit, I'm a sucker for many forms of punk fashion, like ludicrously huge Mohawks that probably take hours to spike, very non-practical accessories such as those belts made of bullet shells, and huge boots that take ten minutes to lace. I also absolutely love people who wear layers upon layers of clothes, to the point where they look much fatter then they actually are; like my friend Wood with her three or four wool skirts on top of each other, coupled with combat boots and large sweaters.
But most of all, I love nudity! I love it because there are no labels involved, nothing was purchased from any corporation, nobody can put you into a group or stereotype based on your naked skin (although with more and more people sporting tattoos, it is possible to group people based on their ink.) Naked skin is more sensual then silk, more valuable then Gucci, more beautiful then anything purchased at Nordstrom's.
But part of the joy of nakedness is those rare opportunities when we do get naked; in groups or by ourselves, and I think some of the novelty would be lost if we all became permanent nudists (and, we'd definitely have to stop circimsizing our young, and god forbid we give up that ancient tradition of brutally attacking the sex of our newborns.)
I miss my high school days of backyard naked soccer!
Love ya,
Carrot