Know Your Era, eh?

It’s so damn hard to figure out what looks good on me, clothes-wise (and man-wise, but that’s another story). I buy what I like; sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. I love clothes, don’t get me wrong, but when it comes to what looks good on my own body…I’m lost.

However, Sadie from Jezebel recently dropped some knowledge that I can totally get behind. Disregard all of that crap about which celebrity you should look like — know your era, man.

This totally makes sense to me, especially after watching the entire first season of Mad Men in about 48 hours recently. I’m a late 50s/early 60s kind of girl; I need structured dresses, damn it! I’ve got the Joan Holloway/Christina Hendricks body — why not follow her example?

Can I help you?

Schadenfreude

I can’t help but secretly delight in Roger Federer’s recent loss. Part of my always-root-for-the-underdog spirit seems to involve a certain distaste for those who are naturally, somehow arrogantly, good at what they do.

However, now that his hot streak has ended, I can finally start to cheer for him. He’s got to fight his way back! I can almost get behind it, and then I remember this:

And the distaste comes rolling back. He’s just another fashionista’s pretty boy (albeit the number one pretty boy of the number one fashionista).