Come fly with me!

I just got the May issue of Jane in the mail today, and as I was flipping though it, I saw something that pissed me off. In the very first section, "Party Girls", basically they go around to obscure get-togethers and write about what everyone wore. This one features young, cheeky twentysomethings at a San Fransisco art opening for a collection entitled "Hamburger Eyes".

Okay, so "Hamburger Eyes" was the first red flag.

Basically it was a page full of the girls I despised in high school (but don't really anymore seeing as they wouldn't dare attend a public university, therefore I never see them anywhere) sipping wine in museums and bars with monosyllabic names, wearing long layered unwashed hair with bangs almost covering their eyes, vintage couture (which was cool before it was cool), not to mention plenty of ballet flats and worn Chucks. Which raises a question, of course, which would be, "Are there only two types of women in America?"

See, fashion magazines would lead me to believe this. There's either the high-end women who wouldn't buy a pair of socks without a label on them, who drink Cosmopolitans and are often looking to get married before 30 (this rarely happens). They also have an extreme distaste for Pan-Asian fusion resturants. On the other side of the coin, there's the quirky ones, anywhere from 25-upward, who still get carded in bars, who enjoy local beers (from bottles that aren't brown), the ones who chop up their $5 tee-shirts and paint their apartments loud colors and sit on plastic chairs. What they are doing was really cool and innovative about 10 years ago, but today, it's just another one of those stupid trends that I just wish would go away.

And I kind of hope this isn't it, because while I guess I'm influenced by both types of women, it kind of makes me wonder where I stand on the spectrum of modern females, and why magazines are either portraying mainstream women, the ones I think we should have more of, or those pseudo-quirky, literate (but not college educated) sweehearts that kind of make me nauseous whenever I get a whiff of Stila's Creme Bouquet when one of them walks by.

So where are the rest of us?

Well, I'm sitting in a class at a public university in Florida, one of the most un-"haute" states in the Union...if you need me I'll be in Cooper Hall, wearing an American Eagle button-down shirt, and trying to make something of myself.

I hate art openings.


XOXO
Alex