Unfashionable

10 Nov

November 10, 2011

I am not always up on the world of fashion. Take shoes for instance. Hate ’em. I only wear then when I absolutely cannot get away with sneakers. And I only get new sneakers when my old ones fall off my feet in three or four pieces. While I haven’t gone so far as to duct tape a pair together, I have had some sneakers in my life that were probably well past the point of still technically being sneakers. But to be fair, when I do get a new pair, I want a cool pair.

Same with denim jackets and t-shirts. You may be starting to get the impression that I do not dress well. In fact I do and can look pretty sharp on occasion, but those times are few and far between. In general I like to dress for comfort.

I did buy a really nice jacket the other day. It is really cool and I like it. It looks like leather. It isn’t. That’s not out of any moral stance, it’s out of an economic stance.

Which brings me to my point. What’s up with this shit?

First let me say that Sadie Whitelocks has a disgusting sense of humor.

I fully get that designers will often pull a stunt like that just for attention. It is great publicity, even if you do get to be known as the Nipple Dress Designer. But on the other hand, I am never quite sure if something like this is meant seriously. I’ve seen things just as odd worn on the streets of Manhattan.

Is it ironic that you cannot see the model's nipples?

Before you start thinking about how beautiful it is, let me remind you that the woman is wearing a dress made out of yak nipples.

You should click to enlarge

It has often been said that Native Americans used every part of a cow and let nothing go to waste.

They did not making clothes out of the cow’s nipples.

The Blog That Was A Decade In The Making! Part 9

9 Nov

November 9, 2011

For this final installment, while avoiding names as always, I just want to give a short overview of some of the teachers I worked with in my department at Horror High over the years.

You may recognize some of them from your own life.

There was the incompetent young guy who had no control over his class, didn’t care,  and only kept his job because the Principal left before he could fire him.

There was the computer coordinator who would only do anything for me if I pulled rank by submitting requests in writing on official letterhead with my name and title right below the Principal’s.

There was the English teacher who was a good guy and a good teacher but was happiest when he left the classroom and became the school librarian.

There was the young female teacher who only got her plum assignments because she sat on the Principal’s lap.

There was the pushy widow who had to be the boss of everything.

There was the young and attractive teacher who unfortunately carried some of her personal problems into the classroom.

There was the young female teacher who was a great person but was too sensitive and needed to toughen up.

There was the tough teacher who eventually became a Dean and later AP of security.

There was the old woman who was near retirement but should have left years ago.

There was the old woman who was near retirement but we desperately needed her to stay. She was good.

There was the a-hole male teacher who did as little work as possible during Regents week

There was the hippie girl who every student liked because she was as bad as they were.

There was the musician who everyone liked. He also slept in a locked room in the school until he was found out.

There was the overbearing teacher who was always loud, everywhere.

There was the really good teacher (and my first friend in the building) who left when she became pregnant and never returned.

There was the good, young teacher who left (and left a void in the department) when she got married and eventually moved out of state. We needed her.

There was the Assistant Principal’s sister.

There was the guy who was involved in the union only so he could have a couple of periods free of teaching.

There was the Social Studies teacher who was teaching out of license in the English Department but had to be kept in the department because she fit a certain demographic.

There were others who came and went, not staying long, not making an impression.

And then there was me.