{"id":1459,"date":"2009-01-16T23:42:10","date_gmt":"2009-01-17T07:42:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=1459"},"modified":"2009-01-16T23:42:10","modified_gmt":"2009-01-17T07:42:10","slug":"im-sorry-i-hate-her","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/im-sorry-i-hate-her\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m Sorry, I Hate Her"},"content":{"rendered":"

The interview with her is harmless, objectively speaking. She is asked questions about her style, and gives answers. She is asked to name 5 pieces that define her daily style. Piece number 2 cinched the deal for me.<\/p>\n

“This ridiculously threadbare tie-dyed vintage Grateful Dead shirt. There’s a huge hole in the middle of it that’s literally held together by two stitches, it’s hilarious.”<\/em><\/p>\n

God. It’s like a knife in my heart. The “ridiculously” hurt, and “it’s hilarious” was agony. I had trouble reading the rest of it. I was too tense to really take it in, but I did flinch at “iconic.”<\/p>\n

What is wrong with me? Why can’t I give this girl some slack? She’s probably only 20 years old and who is she hurting (besides me?) It just struck me as the epitome of something that has bugged me from the first time I came upon a fashion blog. It’s kind of a narcissism crossed with a complete lack of inhibition about seeming shallow.<\/p>\n

I have posted plenty of photos of myself, so I am hardly blameless. But the idea of dressing up and describing every piece of clothing as though it merited documentation is just horrible on some level. Who the fuck cares where your shoes came from, know what I’m saying? And yet, when I went to the girl’s blog, just to give her a chance to change my mind, a thingy on the page said there were 90 viewers online.<\/p>\n

Fashion Girl, you are more than welcome to hate me back. I’m old and mean, for starters. You can just take it from there. It’s not fair for me to pick on you, but maybe it will make you a tiny bit more famous and beloved for all I know. While you’re busy laughing hysterically at your torn t-shirt, I’m sitting here disgustedly in my ill-fitting black Nudie jeans that I got from Tobi.com<\/a>, with a roll of flab that I got from Having Two Kids.<\/p>\n

Fashion has been an obsession for me since I was around 12, and even now I can talk about it forever with my friends who are similarly addicted to it. Yet I’m wondering if there’s a saturation point beyond which the whole subject is just pathetic and awful. OR, maybe I just need to stick to magazines and shopping sites. OR maybe it’s the grim economic news that’s making fashion seem so petty and irrelevant.<\/p>\n

Or maybe I just can’t stand this particular girl. Comments or insults, anyone?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"