I Don't Understand How to Care

My life is spend in a primarily all-female environment.

No seriously, 70% of my waking hours are spent in a place where the ratio of men-women is about 4-96 percent. I don't care, and could rant about the female empowerment and butterflies and rainbows. This is neither the time nor the post for that, however. It will come, sometime later, when I have posted more frequently.

Unfortunately, there's bound to be a lot of stereotypical behavior in an environment that's so one-sided. That's not always the case, and I'm not saying that stereotypes are true, but I hear a lot more about the drama that is Selena and JBeibs than I do about NASCAR.

But there are NASCAR fans too. Whatever, all PC stuff aside, I heard a ton about the SAG awards last night.

Not the winners or upsets, but what people were wearing. I'm a total clothes horse, but I totally failed to comprehend how people cared. Like, there were daggers and first-born claiming type arguments here. Blows were literally almost thrown.

I just don't get it. I mean, I really, really wanted to participate and care. I really did. And I like clothes! And sometimes, I know who famous people are! But I just couldn't possibly be interested. I mean, I sat there for a good 40 minutes trying to pay attention.

I broke my disinterest down into two catergories:

1. They all look nice.
As people argued about who was a fashion disaster and whatever, all I kept hearing was "Ew, she looked horrible," or "that was terrible." There was a lot of negative language, and I find that my inner three year old gets a little upset near mean stuff. Sorry. But the whole thing was, I guess I didn't understand the reference. I felt a little bit like the Canadians in SNL talk show sketch, where they do the fashion comparison and every answer is "They both look nice!"

All of these women looked totally fine to me. First of all, they're all either naturally or artificially beautiful, which even a really bad outfit can't ruin. Even in the most crunchy horrendous 80's prom dress, a pretty woman is gonna look pretty. Sorry. Secondly, they're all wearing really well made beautiful pieces of clothing that a lot of hard work went into. These were thousands of dollars of really expensive beading, handwork and fabric. They're nice looking, even if they were a little awkward at times.

People hated this look. Why? I mean, I've never looked that good.

She also looks really good. And people hated this. I just don't understand what they care.

2. I don't know any of these people personally.
And that was more of the point, I think. These women were all arguing about people they'd never met. I follow my fair share of fashion bloggers, but you get insight into their lives as well. You feel as if you know them, or at least, are familiar, because they give you context and life events too. I mean, I really could care one way or another how Jessica Chastian looked because I've never met her. I'm sure she's lovely, but I just have no connection. That's where it all comes down to, I think. I love talking about how nice my friends looked at parties and things, but it's because I know them and their personalities and their self concious-areas and whether they hated or loved their dress and whether it was borrowed or if their sister dressed them. Talking to them about what they wear is different, because the dress is subsequent to the friendship and the personality.

So that's it, I suppose. A little heady, perhaps a bit out of touch, but I guess that's it.


Also, sorry for the lack of posting last week. I sort of forgot I started blogging again. :(