So while the first 2 blogs back were written with energetic new year enthusiasm, this one was more like pushing an air conditioner up 3 flights of stairs. You know you have to, but oh, it is so heavy. This has been written for more than 7 weeks…but today I needed to revise and publish in light of Self Magazine mocking a brain cancer survivor in progress for running in a tutu, placing tutu wearers on a “BS Meter” as perpetrators of a “lame fad” . Yes. I needed to revise & publish today.
Everytime I think about them, I chuckle.
And you know, as much as I chuckle about them, even now, nearly 2 months after the opening ceremonies, I see Ralph Lauren might be a genius. As every other country came in to the Sochi arena in variations on svelte athletic clothing ala a Nike showroom, the US contingent came bounding in with jubilant energy, making a Great Entrance in that Fandango of Flagtastic Fabulosity. There was NO mistaking who the US athletes were.
Self has kind of apologized. Ish. Mostly because Monika is a cancer survivor in progress, she ran that marathon in that “froufrou” (Self) tutu WHILE ON CHEMOTHERAPY. And she makes those tutus for Glam Runner www.glam-runner.com, to raise money for Girls on the Run, a group dedicated to getting 8-13 year old girls out and running and making healthy choices. The editors of Self (helped by the viral ire of facebook and the interwebs) have sort of realized that maybe they were jerks.
But they don’t seem to understand that their jerkiness goes WAY beyond the fact that this mighty lady in the Wonder Woman shirt and tutu is a cancer patient and works tirelessly for young women. By snarkily commenting that the tutu wearing runners are part of some BS lame “fad”, the writers at Self place themselves firmly in the middle school shallow hierarchy of Cool As Defined by Someone’s Narrow Version of What You Should Wear, or how you should look, or how you need to present yourself to be able to participate fully in life.
THAT is what they should be apologizing for.
I just spent several days substituting in middle school. Trust me, the shallow hierarchy of cool really should Stay in Middle School…as I beat a hasty retreat back to high school. Phew!
But sometimes, occasionally, that lying beast of ugly rears its head again.
I’ve always had more clothing hang ups than your average telemarketer gets during an 8 hour shift.
Again, MY BS Meter is going crazy. Get me a tutu, QUICK!!
|one needs a feathered headband for chemo day (2013)|
I feel like Ralph Lauren would appreciate my G’s enthusiasm for color and pattern, even if he cringed a little at her penchant for neon. She is always true to her own aesthetic, never caring a blip about what others think. But based on Monika Allen’s experience, I know Self magazine would not approve of G’s ebullient style. And THAT is what they need to apologize for—for limiting women. For saying we win a space on the BS Meter for NOT meeting Self’s narrow definition of what athletes are supposed to look like.
Your outfit does not make you an athlete. Heck, I wore track pants for years before I ever exercised. I felt very legit as I sat on my couch. J