Yep, it's the one day of the year where us ladies get to present our so-called "women's issues" on the media main stage without fear of being relegated to the lifestyle pages. I, for one, am celebrating. So excited was I that I took to my usually-subdued Twitter account and retweeted two, yes TWO whole articles about these funny old "womens issues" (or as I like to call them - "issues") and styled an entire outfit for the occasion. Woooo women! We're great.
My previous few posts are probably giving off the distinct impression that I'm embracing the vogue for 90's grunge wholeheartedly and spending my days slobbing about in oversized denim and comfy shoes. Today is not going to do anything to alter that perception. In my defence, the majority of my days have been spent in very sensible chino-and-chemise combinations as I totter around on my inexorable quest for the next big story for the Phoenix. But it's been raining, photographs would have been awful, and today is not a day for kitten heels.
Today I wanted an outfit that would be the opposite of sexy. The opposite of alluring. The opposite of "appealing to men". I wanted an outfit that the proverbial builder would wince at, not wolf-whistle. But I also wanted an outfit that was distinctly feminine, fun, a leeeetle bit fashion oriented and overwhelmingly reflective of who I am.
Homemade bleached man-jeans, glittery braces, my colourful Fresh Prince-inspired jacket and boombox combo and lady-icon Penelope Pitstop top created some kind of freakish neon androgyny aesthetic, which perked up my mood on this dismal day and made me glad to be alive, well and female. HOLLAAAA!
Look at my miserable face below! Hilarious. But seriously, fuck you rain.
Betti Baudelaire xxx