wow. i just got back from the Gordon Globes. i am, for once in my life, wearing a dress; i wore heels down there. the Gordon Globes are a mock-up of the golden globes: they show student-made videos, and vote on the best. most people dress up. it seems to me as if most girls, at least, love any excuse to wear pretty, flattering (and often not quite modest) dresses. and lots of makeup and hairspray and ridiculously high heels. my shoes weren't high, but oh golly are they hard to walk in.
the videos were really good. they were hilarious. they were well-made. the one that won overall was called Mouse: a mockery of House, in which Mouse is a computer doctor. it was hilarious and very well done. i'm glad i went just because the videos were so good. they made me laugh very much, so i am pleased. but it did feel weird; i always feel odd among people in very fancy clothes, especially since i never go the whole nine yards with the hair and makeup and etc. i almost wish i had just worn normal clothes, or at least not worn heels. walking up and down a hill in heels... ugh.
now for the rant that has been trying to come out: why people (girls) dress up the way they do. what's the point in wearing a ridiculously fancy dress and high heels? i guess very often they wear dresses that are much more flattering than their normal clothes; but some certainly don't. and most of the dresses are fairly revealing. and uncomfortable. and cold. so why dress up? i've heard people say it's fun; to that i ask why? what makes it fun? people say it's fun because they feel beautiful, and maybe for some people that's true. but every time i've dressed up for something, i don't feel beautiful. i usually feel stupid and ugly. dresses don't make me feel pretty. especially since so many others are in all their crazy pretty dresses, and they actually sometimes do look good. so, i don't find dressing up fun, nor does it make me feel beautiful. so i ask, what's the point? as far as i can see, there is none. absolutely no good reason. so why does a piece of me feel sad at this? some part of me wishes i like dressing up; wishes it was fun; wishes it made me feel beautiful. why do i feel so insignificant?
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Hey Suzanne! I love you and miss you! I wish that we could have lunch together and talk. If you ever have time and want to talk on the phone that could be cool. I pray that you learn a lot and are refined and made all shiny by God while at Gordon!
Love,
Joy
so, you're going to get sick of my commenting before I'm done... yeah, can't help you much on this one, but I'm thinking that most girls are raised so much with the thought that fancy=pretty=better, that they either learn how to make at least the first part true, or dress up and believe the rest anyway. Remember Claire? Well, I can recall her attempting to convince me that "if you've got it, flaunt it!" because that's one of the main ways in which we may bless the opposite gender. Well, maybe this is true if it's your lawfull husband, but... as you and I know, and precious few others seem to realise, just because they like it doesn't mean it's good for them! Anyway... ~D.
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