WandaVision — the show would’ve made more sense, in the beginning if I'd seen all the Avenger movies. I suppose. Having said that, after episode three I’m utterly intrigued — hooked even.
No spoilers here (for once) BUT, despite my new GOTTA WATCH, attraction, I’m still not groovin’ on each show’s decade style and concept.
I’ve talked about this already — I know, BUT last night’s’80s themed show was, stylistically, a crime against nature.
The ‘80s should feel all warm and nostalgic for me, right? After all, I was in my 20s then — more interested in fashion and shit, right? Yud think!
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At 23 I had my first craniotomy. I had long hair then which, post-op, meant that I was sporting a decidedly off beat, punkish look — head half shaved/half covered in straight, very dark brown hair with a killah long-ass scar. I liked it. It fit the neighborhood at the time — Kenmore Square where The Rat, comic book stores, head shops and used record emporiums still dominated.
Lest you think I was a full-blown punk, over the off-brand T shirts and unripped jeans (why rip my jeans? am I made of money? fer fuck's sake, these gotta get me through the Boston winter withOUT freezing my knees and ass!), I wore my Guatemalan vests and Goodwill men’s suit coats. Fitting in? Style homogeneity? Sorry, no can do.
All I’m saying here is that WandaVision’s ’80’s show was a ghastly reminder of the bad, BIG, overly gelled hair, disturbing clothing choices and MBA enrollments of so many aerobocizing acquaintances and friends.
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‘80s “style” horrified me so much that, I believe, I tuned out. I honestly don’t recall the sartorial statements of the ‘90s through now (aside from a disturbing amount of ‘camo,’ worn even by otherwise intelligent, non-RepubliQan assholes). As I, pre-surgery, rehab and whatevs, clean out my closet and drawers, I’m finding much of what I’d expect from me – vintage, hand-me-downs, TOO MUCH tie dye, funny Ts, cheap Sears crap and yoga pants.
What I’ll need, after I get home from rehab are shirts with wide, cavernous even, necks, pants that I can pull up one handed, oversized sweaters (hence, easy to put on) and my slippers. Today I’ll attempt to gather all these in a couple, reachable without bending over, top drawers. It’ll be full blown spring by the time I get home so pulling on socks won’t be an issue — YEA.
Yeah, I’m all about the planning.
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