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MS: Pockets and Sundry

So, Dalrock recently had a series of posts concerning pockets in women’s clothing (or lack thereof) and the general moaning from women about it.

Now, I made a transition from wearing almost exclusively jeans to wearing skirts as often as possible and quickly bumped into the whole pocket issue. Me being me, I naturally began seeking out alternatives that could be worn with skirts. I found all manner of very fancy “pocket belts” meant to be worn over skirts which are great if you like to rock that kind of look. For more simple options there was the HipKlip, which was a pretty good solution, but it didn’t drive enough business to stay profitable and they closed up shop (at least, last I heard they did). There are also medicine pouches that can be slid onto any belt you care to wear them with and other holster style solutions. However, I quickly realized that the most functional option was in fact the humble apron. Funny how when women gave up keeping the home they also gave up pockets in the process.

All this ignores the solution that women typically prefer, the purse. Because, honestly, when they leave the house women are toting around way more stuff than just their phone and their wallet. Pockets won’t accommodate everything the average woman carries, even assuming she wanted to put all of them in pockets where they could accidentally fall out or get intermingled with other items. Fashion designers are smart enough to know this and therefore don’t go out of their way to add excessive numbers of pockets. Most women just use purses and get on with their lives because it is a better solution anyway.

Another simple reason that most of women’s clothing doesn’t feature usable pockets is because the fabric won’t cope well with their addition. When darn near everything is made of stretchy polyester, adding pockets will create some really weird bulging and downward stretching when you put anything in them. I do have skirts and dresses with pockets, but they are all made out of sturdy material that won’t stretch when you put something in said pockets. Jackets are the big exception to the polyester regime and naturally feature the typical hand pockets and the weird breast pockets that only survival horror game protagonists use. The only fake pockets I’ve ever had on a jacket were on my horse show jacket, where I wouldn’t want to put anything in them anyway.

For the rich ladies there are these wonderful things called “tailors” who can make you a nice suit jacket with real pockets if you want them. Not that anyone at your job would blink if you carried a purse into the office with you, so that would be down to personal preference as opposed to the office dress code. Even for the non-rich ladies pockets are a possibility if you have any inkling of how to sew and a conveniently placed seam on the clothing you wish had pockets. Maybe I’ll write a little tutorial on how to do that.

So, overall, to the surprise of no one, women (in the media) are complaining about nothing again.  More surprising perhaps is the fact that by giving up the home and the knowledge that went with keeping it, women gave up their two primary sources of pockets: Aprons and homemade (or home adjusted) clothing.  Any woman who cares to find a solution has many options available, but they already know that.


MS: So Which Is It?

It’s “brave” and all that jazz for a teenage girl to challenge a high school’s totally sensible dress code (which is more lenient than my job’s dress code btw). People get behind that sort of thing immediately and say that dress codes like that tell girls that boys’ ability to concentrate in class in more important than a girl’s education. Not that those dress codes ever get enforced anyway, since any teacher who tells a girl her clothes are inappropriate will immediately be fired on sexual harassment charges. So no challenges are really necessary.

But the minute a company starts trying to sell clothes that that same girl claims to want to wear to school, the cries of sexism and “that doesn’t pass a dress code”, immediately ensue.

So I guess any girl who wants to wear slutty clothes to school better take some sewing classes. Because it’s totally fine for her to dress that way, but heaven forbid if a company should sell it to her.

Wedding Progress

This is another post I’ve been meaning to write for awhile that Donal has unintentionally pestered me in to writing. On NSR’s Pacific Rim post he asked about the wedding prep. Rather than answer him on that post I figured I’d write an update.

We have started attending our premarital counseling and have a wedding date set for this fall. We have a venue, which sadly isn’t a church because we want to get married before we die of old age. I have a dress, which is frillier than I intended, but I can’t argue with a dress that fits me. Basically all we have left to iron out is how many guests are attending and how much we need to feed them. And I need to figure out how to get NSR to wear at least some slacks at the wedding.

Because of how NSR and I met, we are somewhat obliged to invite certain members of the manosphere to attend.

We cordially invite SSM and HHG, van Rooinek and his wife, 7man and Lena (CL), and BSkillet if he’s still around.

Given the short notice, we will understand if you cannot make it.

No offense to anyone else who wanted to attend, but this wedding is going to be a pretty small affair and I didn’t want to outnumber my relatives with people from the manosphere. We are trying to put together a wedding registry, but given we’re both kind of immature we have to curb our instinct to fill it with things like the Babylon 5 Complete Collection or nunchaku.

NSR says Wdydfae can come as a guest or as the DJ.

MS: Femininity Doesn’t Come Naturally to Me

This was actually going to be one of the first posts I put up here, but that didn’t quite happen. What I want to do with this post is hopefully lay some important groundwork and maybe give readers insight into why I have the opinions that I do. However, I’m going to try and avoid turning this into my life story. I’ll save that for a book or something.

Femininity doesn’t come naturally to me, maybe it did at one time, but now I really have to work at it. Not to say I have ever been girly, I spent the first five years of my life on a farm, playing with my brothers and the family dog. Aside from liking unicorns and enjoying having my sister paint my nails red when she visited, there wasn’t much “typical girl” about me. Maybe I’m just conflating femininity and being girly, but bear with me. While I may talk the same way as my mother and share more of her opinions, I take very strongly after my father. My father is one of those brooding, introverted, outdoors-men who doesn’t like to lead, but will if no one else is capable. He didn’t teach me a lot, and I haven’t spoken to him in three years, but I swear I get more like him all the time. Just take a peek at some of my Amazon  suggested books:

All but one of my top book suggestions are like this.

I frequently just vanish from the house and no one knows when I left or where I went, except I probably went to the woods. I’m deeply introverted and until recently I had so much brooding loner cred I could Game straight girls. I’ve opened up more recently, but I still have a certain air of “I have my stuff together and when I speak you listen”, which I got from working with livestock and wandering the woods. Most of the behavior of my fellow young women still gets a raised eyebrow and a “what’s your problem?” look from me, which makes them adore me for whatever reason. I don’t get them at all and I have a feeling I never will.

Anyway, taking after my father and spending so much time in the woods didn’t exactly lead me to being a skirt wearing, well mannered gal. That’s taken a lot of conscious effort on my part. Not to say my mother let me grow up like a wild animal, but she had to work and could only teach me so much. Truth be told, there are quite a few behaviors I have that no one knows where I learned them from. Though everyone does know why I hold everything like a paintbrush. One way or another, I was always very practical, had disdain for anyone who wasn’t, and generally could do without people. That manifested in how I spoke, how I dressed, and how I acted. Not that I’m frowning on being practical, I still am. It’s the other two pieces of that don’t fall in line with feminine virtue.

So how did I decide or figure out that something was wrong? Certainly no one pointed it out. Over the course of my college years I just sort of realized it. You realize stuff like that when the only people hitting on you  are lesbians and the guys treat you like well, one of the guys. I wanted to get married and I wanted to have kids, so this wouldn’t do. So I followed my brother onto this part of the ‘sphere and asked for advice. I had to make a conscious decision to follow it and some of it I didn’t like very much at all. Much of the advice was about appearance, but there is a certain level of outside-in that happens when you follow it.

I lucked out in that I was already thin, but I definitely facepalmed in regards to my hair length. I had chopped it off to less than shoulder length for the second time in my life not four months before and recently gotten it trimmed back to that length. I had some skirts, but I had no tights or hosiery, no casual dresses, no decent shoes, no makeup, just a closet full of jeans and unisex t-shirts. I had never worn makeup or been fitted for a bra. The princess I was most like?

Yeah…heh. Princess Mononoke

I was pretty much raw as far as femininity went. It was a real internal struggle at times just to make the modifications to my wardrobe. I was mortified when I got my bra fitted and put off even approaching makeup for almost an entire year after I got my advice. I didn’t have a lot of money so I learned the fine art of finding quality merchandise at the local thrift shop, of which I found quite a lot actually. My mother had occasion to open my closet recently and asked me when I had become such a “clotheshorse”. The transformation has been a long, methodical one. The only thing I can say for certain is I don’t really like wearing jeans anymore, because now I associate jeans with work. The skirts generally make me feel more feminine, though I still haven’t completely gotten the hang of them, or dresses either. I’ve discovered my own style of sorts, that my mother admires quite a lot and is somewhat jealous of. I feel like I dress sort of like a hippie, but it seems to work for me. Even if I’m not at all a hippie.

I still have a ways to go, the feminine virtues are still a bit of a mystery to me and my domestic skills need work, but the important fact is I’m making the changes. I’m not going “Nope, that’s too hard, I’m not going to do that,” or “That’s not me! I shouldn’t have to change!” The truth of the matter is people are always changing, trying to maintain a particular self-image is actually not being true to yourself and inhibits your natural growth. So by specifically trying to be yourself, you are not being yourself.  Ok, I’ll lay of the Sartre now. Anyway, the main point of the post is to tell anyone who reads the Morning Sprinkles segments that I’m going through the process of becoming feminine and the posts are just as much for me as anyone else. You don’t have to feel bad if you aren’t currently feminine, because it doesn’t come naturally to me. I’m not looking down at you from somewhere lofty, I’m right there on the ground with you.