Ahmusings

The 98% humorous musings of M. Lizabeth Currain

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Enough With the Capes Already!

In dishonor of New York Fashion Week (Feb 9th-16th) I am going to be sharing some fashion related thoughts with all of you throughout the week. As a note, I have a degree in Fashion Design and spent some time working for various fashion companies. It was the worst. I continue to have opinions about fashion, the main one being: Seriously, what the fuck are you wearing? So for the next week don your best headband and enjoy the ride.

You know what would go really well with this cape? A Horse.

Let me break it down for all of you: I hate capes.

Every year it seems like someone is trying to make them a “thing”. Just stop it already! No one looks good in capes! You look like a jackal on your way to visit your grandmother’s house in the woods. You don’t look cool.

Wearing a cape lets everyone around you know how hard you are trying to be fashionable…and how awesomely you are failing at it.

I know you’re sitting there thinking, “But I see lots of people wearing capes, and they look kind of cool.”  You just stop with that nonsense right now. I will say this, there is something that the cape does to a normal person’s brain, that makes them think it’s a perfectly acceptable thing to wear. It’s not. First of all, you limit the mobility of your arms. Why would you want to do that? Do you know how much you use your arms for things? A lot. That’s how much. Second, do fucking live in Middle Earth? No. You live in the real world, where capes are dumb. Just accept it.

I once bought a cape at a thrift store thinking I was going to be the toast of the town. I tried it on and was like, “hey, this is pretty neat.” It wasn’t. It was the cape using it’s dark magic on me, making me think I looked cool. Thank god someone I knew gave me a reserved “no” for how it actually looked.

There’s really no way to fight the urge to wear it, except to get rid of it. Which I would suggest doing. Because you look like an idiot.

Things That One Should Not Do In Public

People should not clip their nails in public. Why? Are you seriously questioning this? What is wrong with you?

It’s disgusting, that’s why. And surprisingly, this is a thing that people do. Maybe it’s because I live in NYC and I take the subway and am surrounded by all types of people. People that never realized that personal grooming is best saved for the home. I even find women who do their makeup on the train obnoxious. It’s a hazard, you could poke your eye out with that eyeliner or rip out all your lashes as you’re trying to curl them. But I digress.

STOP CLIPPING YOUR FUCKING NAILS IN PUBLIC.

I was on the train heading to work the other morning around 9am and there was a woman standing, leaning against the doors just clipping away. Clip, clip, clip. That’s all you could hear. I’m not really a germaphobe, I mean, I’ve dropped food on the kitchen floor and dusted it off; but there is something about getting things that were once attached to a person, on your personage. Like when you have to clean your roommates hair out of the drain. It’s that same kind of grossed out feeling.

Why would any person think this is a normal thing to do? Do it in your home! Go to a nail salon! But seriously stop fucking doing it on the train! I don’t want your nail clippings in my hair. Or anywhere on me for that matter.

Group Projects

I cannot tell you all how much I hate working in groups. There is something about having to rely on other people for part of a grade or completing a project that is really annoying. I’d rather just do it all myself. It also seems very strange to me that library school is so hellbent on group projects when it seems as though most of the people in library school have a social disorder where they don’t know how interact with people. This is probably not making me friends in the library world. Eh.

I also especially hate when professors form your groups for you. Do you want to know why? Because if I was able to choose my own group, I would definitely not have chosen as one of my members, THE GIRL WHO CAN’T CONTROL THE VOLUME OF HER VOICE and talks and talks yet there is nothing meaningful coming out. I have experience with this girl, because unfortunately I had to work with her on two projects last semester. One being where we had to write a paper together. Do you all know how awful that is? She was like backseat typist. Listen bitch, Mario fucking taught me how to type, I know what I’m doing.

This is going to be a long semester.

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