Monday, July 9, 2007

Eight days a week

I've been working about 15 hours a day recently. It's not easy, but it is nice to be busy. Being without work for nigh-on two years (by "without work" I mean without legitimate work - I hardly consider working 3-5 hours a week at MSUM tutoring physics a legitimate job, regardless of how glamorous my resume may make it appear) I had gotten used to sleeping whenever, eating whenever, and charging every payment to credit cards later to be paid by cash incurred from medical studies.

Well, now things a are a bit different. I haven't started getting paychecks from SEI yet, but B&N pays weekly, which is nice, because it's already helped my bank account slightly; although the initial paychecks are going to things like going out to dinner, getting a haircut, and buying me a snazzy new pair of pants (and perhaps a new pair of business-casual shoes, to match said pants).

I like fashion - I like looking good. I once cared little for how I dressed, wearing most often a band t-shirt or over-sized baggy shirts, torn up/baggy jeans and the same pair of shoes year round. I didn't care; if a girl was gonna like me, she was gonna like me for me, not for how I dressed. At the same time, I always wondered why I didn't have a girlfriend and all that "preppy" guys (the term I used for anyone who had any sense of fashion in high school) did - I just figured it was
due to girls being immature and only looking superficially. Though I believe that was partially the case, it definitely wasn't the majority of it.

How you dress is how you advertise yourself; a good fashion sense is good advertisement.

I don't mean to downplay relationships at all, but think of it like a business. You have a product you wish to "sell", namely, yourself (no, I don't mean prostitution - it's a metaphor). Your "buyers" (those of the opposite sex... or perhaps the same sex if you swing that way) initially only see your advertisement - how you dress and present yourself upon first impressions. If you dress without a fashion sense or, as most people like to say, with your "own sense of fashion" that doesn't agree with what is currently fashionable, you'll notice something: people won't be buying what your selling because you're not advertising it properly. If you see a beaten-up, torn sign with faded colors that's little more than a piece of paper from a color printer tacked onto a stick in the ground telling you to buy Adidas, and next to it there's a brand new, very well kept, neat looking sign with nice color telling you to buy Nikes - which one are you more inclined to buy?

It's advertising. Fashion is advertising yourself.

Admittedly I don't always achieve this, however when I try, I like to think I can pull off a fashionable look with a part of the same finesse and flair as Brad Pitt or Matt Damon in the Ocean's movies.


My new pants work nicely with this new found hobby. I hope to match a new sportscoat to it soon.

That was more of a rant than I intended. I actually intended my fashion rant to be an entire entry itself, and it most likely will be at some point in the near future. At this time, I will just say that following and knowing fashion doesn't make you a tool or a slave like I once thought; it just means you've got enough common sense to realize how the world works, and that there's nothing wrong with looking good.

[I just read this again; it's not quite as cohesive as I would have liked, but hey, they can't all be winners]

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Thank you for posting this, I've been starting to dress more "prep" like lately and have been feeling bad about it. =)

Glad to know there's no reason to. Wewt!