Thu 9 Jul 2009
The eternal dilemma…
Category: Letters from Readers
…to be or not to be you, that is.

I’m 14, but I have quite an individual style inspired by you, Vivienne Westwood collections & other styles. I live in an area in Scotland where everyone my age just wears baggy jeans and “hoodies”. Yesterday, I decided to go out wearing clothes I just bought that I really loved, but a soon as I stepped out the door everyone was shouting comments at me, telling me to buy some “decent clothes” and to stop thinking I’m “it”. It got to the point that my mum started shouting at me, asking why I couldn’t just be “normal”! Is there any good ways to deal with stuff like this? It was very embarrassing due to the fact everyone stopped and just looked at me when people were shouting comments.
Thanks,
Anna
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Deer Doe, last night was my graduation dance, marking the end of six years of high school (I live in Scotland), and during the dance they host an “alternative” awards ceremony. About 200 people attended. I received the first award, for “Best Dressed Female” – a nice thing, you may guess, but it was meant sarcastically. I could’ve brushed that aside, had the teacher presenting the award – a bullying gym teacher – not then continued on to say “Instead of going to normal shops, she finds her clothes in bins and off the streets” among other, more hurtful things. There was a lot of laughter (though none from my friends), and I ended up crying when I got back to my table. It completely ruined the night for me; my boyfriend and I left early, but I at least had the support of my subject teachers, one of whom is a goth who drives a motorbike. :P I don’t cope well with crowds and I’m generally a very private person, but my clothing is my method of self expression. I don’t think my style is very ‘out-there’, but apparently the person who nominated me has a problem with my purple jacket, or sequined converse!
How do you manage to be so individual yet not allow these kinds of people to offend you or hold you back?
Lauren
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Deer Doe – My boyfriend and I were walking home from a party the other night when we were attacked. The attackers yelled things about both of our clothing, and when we failed to react, they jumped my boyfriend. I don’t think that either of us were dressed to any odd extremes, but for the area I live in, big poofy dresses like I love to wear, and my boyfriends bright and colorful suits don’t go over well. We’re strong enough to handle insults, and even petty threats… but watching my loved one get attacked for how we were both dressed was terrifying and since then, I’ve been afraid to wear anything but the basic jeans and a sweater outfit that everyone else seems to wear. As a result, I haven’t been getting any odd looks, but I haven’t been feeling like me either.
What would you do in this situation? Continue to dress how you feel most comfortable, or conform for the sake of safety?
Sara

Photo: Stuntkid
Even though I’ve addressed the subject of individuality vs social response before, I still get letters about it often. How can I be myself when everybody tries to cut me down to size? How do I dare be me when all I get is ridicule?
If you like to think differently, dress differently or live differently, chances are you’ve experienced a negative reaction from others. Some people feel intimidated by those who don’t look like them because it indicates you may not conform in other ways. Does it give them the right to belittle you? No. What Lauren’s teacher did was low, pathetic and insensitive. If I were there, I’d probably grab the mic and make a case for me – I bet there were others oppressed by that teacher, too. Unfortunately, sticking up for yourself is not always an option – especially when brute force is introduced such as in Sara’s case. So how do you stay safe without compromising your identity?
- Move
Relocating to a more tolerant area is the best and most obvious solution. Remember, living in a place where you’re not accepted will only lead to depression and misery. If moving is not in the cards right now, work towards it – just knowing you’re on track will keep you significantly happier!
- Dress appropriately
I know, I know, we all hate the word “appropriate” but it does make sense. I used to insist on dressing up every day, regardless of where I went and who I was with. This resulted in a lot of strange looks, one physical assault and an array of awkward situations (including Mark and my mom being confused for my parents when I was dressed Lolita – true story!). I’ve since decided that if I’m going to venture out in my Sunday best, it’d better be for an appreciative crowd. People involved in the arts are usually pretty cool; concerts, parties and art events are all great placed to exhibit your individuality. Don’t have a developed art community where you live? Create one! The best place to meet like-minded people – surprise! – is on the internet. :)So what do you wear the rest of the time? Procure some ‘civilian clothes’ similar in style to your preferred look – be sure they’re in all your favorite colors!
- Travel in groups
Bring a friend – or better yet, a group of friends. It’s more fun that way plus you’re a lot less likely to become a victim of the narrow-minded. If you must walk somewhere on your own and are worried you might be attacked, bring a change of clothes.
- Adopt a public persona
I recommend this as a last resort as pretending for the rest of your life – even if only part-time – is never a healthy idea. I’ve known bankers, lawyers & ophthalmologists who turn into goths, bikers and Victorians after work. When I used to work at an office, I would wear colorful underwear and funky toe nail polish to remind me that I’m still me. :)
- Smile
Wherever you go. People are less intimidated by those who allow themselves to crack a smile every once in a while – so try it! :)

Img: Comme des Garçons
I was told many times that what I was doing was foolish, that I’d eventually ‘grow out of it’ and conform. I swore off skirts in high school – we didn’t officially have a uniform if it weren’t for one dogmatic teacher who insisted on the no-pants-for-girls rule – which got me sent home several times. I kept coming in in pants. I refused to wear skirts not for what they were, but for what they represented: a uniform for the female gender. Today, I clearly don’t have a problem with dresses & skirts because there is no pressure to wear them, besides they are so much more flamboyant than pants! My dress style may have changed, but the reasoning behind it didn’t.
When you make the decision to be you, you’re making an important choice. It’s a determination to follow your path in spite of the resistance you meet along the way. The world will try to force you back into the box, but don’t let them brow-beat you. Ultimately, those who break the rules of today make the rules of tomorrow.
Deerlings: tell me about what makes you, you. Do you ever face discrimination for being different?

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July 9th, 2009 at 9:42 am
Hey Doe Deere, I can totally relate to this. I have a hat from Shana Logic the knitted panada one with the ears. We went to game stop and the women behind me yells to her husband “LOOK! Look at that child, what age does she thinks she is? Why does her mother let her dress like that? She looks like shes about to see Mickey Mouse!” (I’m 14 and was wearing jeans and tee) I was embarssed and I almost turned and said “Ya know I like Mickey Mouse.” but I didn’t. I think the idea of smiling really does work, people will take it that you like to dress that way and don’t just do it to stand out :D
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July 9th, 2009 at 9:57 am
Myself and my partner are certainly more… ‘unusual’ by most standards. I’m 5ft 11 and pretty much live in heels, he’s 5ft 8, I insist on only wearing skirts or dresses and don’t really ‘do’ casual wear, he has hair longer than most women with long hair and is covered in tattoos.
But more than that, he is also a transvestite. He doesn’t dress outrageously in ‘normal’ situations as we know people won’t react well to it, in fact, he wears jeans and t shirts most of the time, but even then, we still face prejudice, even from the so-called ‘alt’ crowd. People call us freaks, think I must be mad for loving him regardless of how he might want to dress, because for me, the idea that a man who wears a skirt is a transvestite is wrong, society has decided men do not wear skirts. Years ago this was different, men wore kilts and it was even men who wore the first pointe ballet shoes, not women as it is now. The few occasions we have been dressed how we want to for burlesque nights or other ‘alt’ events we have drawn stares and rude comments from those who consider themselves to be ridiculed for how they dress, I hate the hypocrisy of it. Even those people who are ‘alt’ and criticize us for our relationship will then say we are not ‘alt’ enough to be allowed in their places because I am not tattooed or pierced obviously.
We live in a small bigoted town and have both been assaulted for how we dress, I’ve even been attacked 3 times at work for it, even though I have to wear a uniform, my hair has been enough for them.
We both dress in ways that we hope don’t draw attention to us now, just because it is easier to avoid confrontation and save our dress up for ourselves, because we truly appreciate it.
One day I hope we’ll live somewhere we can feel comfortable being who we are, but till then, we’ll appreciate it on our own instead.
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:02 am
I have a big personality that some (mostly men) may deem creepy or chaotic, coupled with an endless supply of energy. I’m very fidgety and can never sit still. Even when walking down the street, I tend to change my pace or direction, climb on lamp posts, skip, run, zig zag…almost like Jack Sparrow or the Joker. I like to change my appearance or ideas just for the sake of change. An everyday life is really not for me.
Now, I attend a college where most people are prim, proper and composed. You can imagine what reactions I get. lol. xD
I wouldn’t say I’m discriminated but I have never felt like I belonged anywhere.
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:08 am
A few years ago I didn’t really care too much about my appearance. I just threw on some sweats and a shirt and was out of the house. In the last year, though, I’ve changed. I’ve found myself wanting to buy more feminine, edgy clothes.
This change was only possible due to the self-confidence gain that I experienced, and it made me SO happy to finally be wearing clothes that I felt expressed my personality.
I got some weird looks that were definitely directed at my clothes, but I realized that if someone was driven away because of my style, I wouldn’t want to be friends with that kind of person anyway!! =)
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:10 am
Wow, those were some striking stories up there!
Narrow mind are everywhere, that’s why I changed highschool two years ago. And I still get some shouting because of my colour-changing hair, that’s gone from fuscia, red, back to fuscia and purple.
What I do to ‘fit in’ a little more is to make normal trends my own. You know, take that sweater EVERYONE is wearing and add a little flair to it. Accesories are a gift from God, take them, use them, don’t be afraid to go there! Or make that normal blue jean look different by adding a striking belt with awsome colours.
Personally, I love scarfs, necklaces, belts, ribbons and everything I can put in my head, from hats to laces. And of course, shoes are THE way to be different. Because if you combine those amazing, mind-blowing, glittery pumps with the basic blue jean, a basic top with accesories as bold as the shoes, you are making a statement by being ‘politically and socially correct’ as well as loyal to yourself
By the way, I loved that ‘wear colorful underwear and funky toe nail polish’ I do it too!!
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:20 am
This reminds me so much of my teenage years and I still haven’t recovered. I used to do stuff like wear lace up sandals (Before they became popular), wrap necklaces around my head (usually so that the jewel would hang down in the middle) and wear dresses over jeans. Alot of these things are now fashion NO’S, but I was just trying to find my identity (I was fourteen).
The thing is, the ridicule I faced during this time was so bad that even today, at 21, I’m still afraid to wear what I want. No one has said anything, but I judge myself more harshly than they ever did.
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:26 am
It boggles my mind that people give others shit because they decide to dress differently. The fact teachers even gave one of these girls crap for beng “alternative” make my blood boil. I’ve dressed in my own unusual way since I was a teenager and although I’m sure people commented about it behind my back, I don’t recall any actual teasing about my sense of style. I get kind of angry and really quite embarrassed when I see people dressed in the stuff deemed really fashionable at that time, which is really very unflattering and just awful. I think it’s pathetic and luckily everyone else I know tends to agree. I didn’t think people in Brisbane were very open-minded but maybe they are. Nothing I wear, which included tutu’s and sequined everything, has ever provoked abuse or nasty comments. Or maybe I have excellent selective deafness and just don’t hear any of it at all.
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:31 am
Dear Doe D.
I’ve been following your blog for the last couple of days, and yes, I’ve gone through every single page you’ve posted. (Love it!)
By the way I also love the fact that you’re Russian! I sing in an Alt Rock band and our name used to be Seroe (well it’s written like that in the Roman alphabet, but cyrillic looked something like “cepoe”, it was meant to mean Grey anyway).
And about the topic discussed… Since I was the only student during high school who had artistic concerns I’d always been looked at as the “strange” one, and now that I’m in college, and happily studying Fine Arts, performing gigs with my band, living happily with my fiancé and dressing and making up the way I want to I can proudly say: IT PAYS OFF to be the different one.
We “different ones” enjoy life deeply and in full colour, the other ones are just led everywhere as a flock… that’s too sad.
A TOAST TO EVERYONE THAT HAS EVER BEEN CALLED DIFFERENT OR STRANGE OR… NOT NORMAL! :) we rule a world that’s worth knowing
With loooove from Spain
Ira.
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:44 am
Well, i live in a really old culture city, with a lot of closed-mind people, i alawys have to listen stupid comments since my 14 years old…
I remember im my graduation from normal school, that i wore a kuro-lolita dress, made by my sweet mom, and everyone gets chocked…
Today, with 18, i can say sometimes i’ll explode with it, i really need to change from this city, but it’s really hard for me find a job now…
My ‘normal’ style is skinny jeans with lovely heels, and i love fur acessories (fake ones, of course), then i mixed then in normal wear…
Someday i hope people change.
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:46 am
Oh Lorelle!!! I used to do that necklace thing too!!!and in fact…my “thing” is fairytales…i want to feel like a princess, or an elf or a fairy or even the evil step-mother at times!!!
Its only been 5 years since i started doin my own thing with my clothes and i still have a long way to go…
I still dont have the guts to pull the heavy long aubergine cape with velvet magenta hem and an antique bronze brooch on the neckline to keep it in place that i practically made my grandmother sew for me.
And 3 years ago i bought the most amazing Camper leather boots ever, with leather stripes in different colors to tie them up on the calf…
If you ask me what keeps me back id say im not sure…maybe i still have work to do on my self-esteem before i find myself even remotely close to having to “defend” myself against someone else…
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:04 am
Wow, that’s terrible! I feel so upset for these poor girls being harassed, but your advice is very good.
I don’t dress very “out there” I don’t feel comfortable with it yet and am a bit scared about what people will think. I’m usually a tshirt and sneakers girl, but I make sure my tshirts are fun and my sneakers are bright.
Being yelled at and threatened for the way you look is terrifying. Thankfully Wellington is the most likely place to find people expressing their individuality through clothing in New Zealand.
I’m definitely supportive of anyone that is brave enough to dress how they want, and I’m thankful that I can go crazy occasionally and get more compliments than anything else.
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:07 am
Those stories are pretty awful :C
Not being a mindless sheep does not warrant behaviour from those that are, and they are clearly in the wrong about the whole “dawww look at dose peoples dey are diffrent!” thing there :/
I get funny looks but not really any abuse about what I wear, or the colours in my hair, so I am quite lucky in that respect. The fact that most people I am surrounded by are too selfish to look outside of themselves, and their self-made soap-opera lives might be my saving grace though.
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:11 am
So true about changing your environment – after moving to a big city I can really see the difference, people are way less fazed by crazy clothes and have better things to do than make negative comments about them! I guess NY is a dream world for outrageous and snazzy dressers!
What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger as well, and when I was younger I remember being frustrated that people couldn’t take that me and my friends were different – now it’s like a compliment! confirming that we’re unusual. I really couldn’t care less about things like that now for sure, more important things in life.
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:23 am
When I first met my ex-boyfriend’s parents I had very pale and matt lavender lips. (I didn’t know I will meet them.) After I was just called, “the blue lipped girl”. But they love me, even if I am not with their son any more.
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:30 am
We have it quite bad here in the uk, with a girl recently murdered for the way she looked. Sophie Lancaster and her boyfriend were attacked by a group of youths (known as chavs) for being goth. They kicked, punched and ripped out her hair extensions. Her boyfriend woke from his coma after the attack, but sophies injuries were too great and she died. the boys who did it were caught and prosecuted but i dont think their sentence was anywhere strong enough.
Sophies mum set up a foundation to get the law changed here on descrimination laws to include people of different sub cultures.
http://www.myspace.com/inmemoryofsophie
since then others have been assaulted and it is dangerous in some areas to even consider being other than the ‘norm’ sad days indeed.
I have been verbally abused for daring to wear clothes that werent like what everyone else wears..for not being a sheep.I walk with my head held high..although on many days i tone down my look purely to make the day pass easier.
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:37 am
I’m not surprised about the Mark/Mom as parents mix up; your mother’s GORGEOUS and young looking.
Oddly enough I’ve found that my spouse-creature gets more comments than I do. This is odd to me because I’m just a little thing (5′2ish) and he’s a not little thing (6′2ish with muscles to match and even 6′6 in his boots!) and could more than take care of them. I used to just ignore people when they’d comment from afar but I’m now a much happier person and tend to give it right back… with a smile! They wanna try to bring down your clothes, start poking fun at theirs!
My favorite was in a Wal Mart in northern Alabama. My spouse-creature (who often dresses in Jestery clothing *glee!*) and I (a bit of a carnival variety show) walked past a lady and her husband who pointedly started making comments about the riffraff and how sad it was that they (we, obviously) begged for attention like that. Houston (spouse-creature) whips around with a replay something akin to “Calling attention to yourself is better than taking no PRIDE in yourself and your appearance. We actually put THOUGHT into our wardrobe instead of just throwing on frankencrotch jeans and your husbands Mickey Mouse sweatshirt and hoping no one notices the bags under your eyes. No pride in yourself OR your spouse, or you’d want to make even the slightest effort to look nice for them, especially when they have to be SEEN with you. Next time you want to talk badly about someone either wait ’til they can’t hear or wait ’til they’re smaller than your husband. I’d say wait ’til they’re less intelligent than you but I don’t see that happening when you’re so narrow minded.”
It was quite the speech! He’s not a quiet person either, so more than just they heard it.
~`Variety
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:39 am
Im in the situation as both of them.
Okay, first i have to point out, im large, as in plus size. which already gets me attention…not the right kind, but its all good. :)
I dress very colorfully (i even own a rainbow sweater which is a staple in my wardrobe) I even dress in decora randomly (very colorful and over-assorized japanese style) I just love to be bold, colorful and out there.
I love dying my hair weird colors too. So far its been: pink, black, red, turquoise, green, yellow, orange, purple. Not many people like that either. my grandparents for example. lol
Then my face is also decorated by extremely heavy colorful makeup and multiple piercings (6 as of right now) and i plan on getting more too. I also plan on being covered in tattoos. so far i have 4, but theyre hidden. :)
and lets just say i get a lot of stares where ever i go. but i like them :) lifes to short to hide in the shadows
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:48 am
I’d just like to follow on from Kitten a bit.
What is it with people and gender-conforming?
I like to mess with gender stereotypes. I’m a skirtsy kinda gal but I do drag up occasionally. It’s fun! Plus now that I’ve discovered Kodona, I feel like it’s a legitimate part of my wardrobe. Some people find it a tad strange but hey, fuck them right?
A close family member is a pre-op transsexual who, at the moment, quite obviously looks male. She gets mistaken for a transvestite quite a lot but she doesn’t care. She has amazing fashion sense and wears what she wants to.
But sometimes she can’t. Why? Because the people around us don’t like it. We’ve been in restaurants before and had fellow patrons ask to be moved, had nasty comments slung at us, had whispers follow us everywhere.
Some of my more outlandish fashion statements get no comments at all, but the instant I swap a skirt for trousers, bind the breasticles… out come the insults. People don’t like things they can’t fit into the little boxes. It’s a social thing, we stereotype and try to classify things because it makes it easier and the biggest classification of ALL is the gender divide.
It hurts sometimes, but still, I don’t give a damn. These people have no say in what we do with our lives, just like we have no say in what they wear. Plenty of times have I bitten back a cutting remark to attackers – because it’s none of my business what they’re wearing.
I wish people could just get that in their heads. What other people look like, what they do, what they like, who they like have nothing to do with you, so sit down, shut up and enjoy the show.
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:50 am
I’ve never been put in any of these situations, but it’s great to know that these girls can come to you for advice. Oh how I love the bloggin’ world!
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July 9th, 2009 at 12:09 pm
When I was a little kid, I always wore mis-matching bright clothes, and I hated denim. This brought on so much torment that I would fake being sick just to get out of school. By the time high school came along, I could ignore the taunts but it wouldn’t be until after leaving that I finally received respect for how I chose to dress.
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July 9th, 2009 at 12:12 pm
I’ve been used to being bullied, picked on and rejected at school due to the way I dress, or the way I have my makeup and hair. I’m used to it now – I’m not going to stop myself wearing something just because some ignorant fool I don’t even know has a problem with it. Narrow-minded people are annoying, I know, but no one should let them get in the way of personal happiness and self-expression.
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July 9th, 2009 at 12:13 pm
I’ve never let what people say about me bother. Maybe my tough inner city skin, but where i am from people just dress in polo, timberland, you know urban, since i am in Philadelphia.
but i always loved color and i dresses in what i love. vintage, patterns, colorful, tutu’s glitter, chunky rings. Hair in different color.
I would get teased in school,get called “freak”, “weirdo” and one time a boy sitting behind me cut my hair,my own mom would not walk with me, but it only made me stronger and actually felt bad for those who fall for peer pressure and follow the crowd. Itl this day i am still me and at times you just have to say the hell with them all and be TRUE TO YOURSELF.
I honestly could care less what people think of me and what i wear. I NEVER think TWICE of what people would think, because then are you dressing for people or for you? Either way being and staying true is key to anything.
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July 9th, 2009 at 12:16 pm
It’s disgusting how insecure people find this bizarre need to attack others just because they have the guts to show some personality.
I love unique clothing, like Lolita for example. I was out with my bff and his boyfriend, and on our way home we ran in to some of his classmates. We offered them a seat in the booth next to ours, but they declined, and sat giggling and whispering about my outfit the whole trip.
Personally, I don’t really take criticism to heart (especially from people who wear trackies in public.) but it’s still terribly annoying.
Anyway, I think anyone who feels unsafe should carry some sort of defense item or the like, I have a paprika spray for example.
“it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring!”
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July 9th, 2009 at 12:20 pm
I’m definitely a sartorial nut. My outfits usually happen to be jeans and a t-shirt, but always with bold colors [it's hard to find adorable clothes for a plus-sized body]. But I love kooky accessories. I have several pairs of glasses [like 10+] and some of them are pretty odd.
I think I’m lucky enough to have a supportive family and close friends -none of them care what I look like. Sometimes mom gives me looks like “Why do you wear that?” but usually I trust her. She has good vision. Also, I live in Vegas, and people here are usually pretty open-minded in general.
However, other people definitely give me the ‘look’. I think that’s more about how I act- I’m often very childish and sarcastic- then what I wear, but it’s all the same.
I’ve found the best way to fend of criticism if to project confidence. If you don’t look like a target, no one will make you one. Granted, I’ve never been attacked -and it also makes me quite angry that someone else has, over clothes- but this works for me.
And being a polite, charming person generally wins people over, no matter how completely nutty you are. XD
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July 9th, 2009 at 12:26 pm
I’ve been dressing ‘funny’ for the last 8 years of my life, mostly ‘goth’ type fashions. Now I want to move on to coloured clothing in the same style (Lolita forever! <3). However, my wardrobe is still gothic lolita and punk goth type of things, at first I recieved a lot of criticism from my family as well as my schoolmates. Then I moved to Toronto and I felt very accepted. Now I live in a small rural town in South Jersey, and I actually don't recieve too many rude comments on my dress. In fact, I usually get compliments, and oddly enough mostly from 'normal' men and little old ladies! However, I have experienced some ignorance. Some fellows think I must be a party girl, and some family members of my friends are rude to me when I'm around. In fact, I visited my vietnamese friend and his parents chatted to each other about me in Vietnamese! I was so uncomfortable that I didn't even go into the house, and when the opportunity arose, we left to friendlier grounds. Worst of all, I wasn't even in my sunday best!
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July 9th, 2009 at 12:31 pm
I guess I’ve been really lucky. At my school, we have no one who dresses in full-on costume madness, but two or three girls with crayon-colored hair. One girl consistently wears massive fake-fur shrugs, skin-tight neon jeans, bright makeup, but everyone loves her. Oddly enough, I live in a small town, too. I have this to say; invest in some pepper spray and self defense classes because I don’t want anyone to get hurt! Then, let your fabulous personality shine though and remember, there are always people out there somewhere who will support you and see that fabulousness!
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July 9th, 2009 at 12:58 pm
This is something I run into a lot, especially now that I’m a mother of a teenager. Both of us have our own styles, much outside the societal “norm”, and I encourage it in her to be herself and to dress the way she wants. I want her to be happy with who she is.
Sadly she gets discouraged a lot – and by family to boot.
For those of us living in the US, where supposedly its supposed to be a more “free” nation, I find it disheartening that it rarely matters the sort of person that you are but rather the way you conform.
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July 9th, 2009 at 1:11 pm
I don’t dress very outrageously. I tend to wear more “normal” clothing found in typical shops and then go all out with my jewelry. I love to create or find pieces that I’ve never seen on anyone else. That hasn’t caused any negativity. I always get compliments and I’m known for my jewelry at work. (I’m even working on creating a piece for someone else!)
I have unfortunately, run into people who think that my make up is too loud. Of course, they shut up when I give them my speech about how make-up is a form of physical, artistic self expression. Then they either accept it or assume I’m crazy!
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July 9th, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Very good post, Doe. Very good :)
I was raised in a tiny town (about 500 people) and it was a very conservative place…which wasn’t good for little me who wanted nothing more then to wear a black tulle skirt, black corset, red ballet shoes, and a blue streak in my brown hair. I never got to be me and I still don’t really get to. My fashion has moved from goth to pin-up (as is my current career) yet I can’t go outside in my pencil skirt without getting stares, much less my full polka-dot halter skirt. Even putting a flower in my hair gets looks and they’re not usually the kind ones.
I will add that I am a plus sized lady, but I think I still look lovely. On my 21st birthday (November 5th!) I plan on wearing a red wiggle dress to the bar and ordering a bloody mary. I gotta be me someday!
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July 9th, 2009 at 1:44 pm
This is great advice Doe. It hurts to read these questions. People should NOT have to deal with this but unfortunately that’s the world we live in and it’s just not fair.
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July 9th, 2009 at 1:56 pm
What makes me, me? All sorts of things, I suppose. Having grown up for a few years in what was West Germany, having survived girls bullying me into wearing makeup (because I didn’t wear makeup in high school; it was a little impractical with swimming for PE 4 days a week) having gone through several scenes in places like Atlanta (goths and ravers and punks and southern charms) and Seattle (steampunks and skaters/skateboarders and the crowd of Pike’s Place)… It all adds up. I’m a rather curvy woman (plus size, real woman, however you want to say it) and I’ve finally come to a point where I love myself. My boyfriend is completely supportive of this, and with his long red hair that hangs down to his own hips (his hair is amazing and yes he’s a real redhead) he gets just as many looks as I do when we’re out and about. I don’t wear anything over the top, really, but I like colour and accenting with it, so I’ll paint up my nails and wear some fun bracelets or necklaces, and put a cute hair clip in my hair to keep it out of my face, and I’ll have my small paper umbrella to keep the sun off my shoulders (I live in Arizona where the sun shines pretty much all year) The best part, from my standpoint, is that I don’t belong in any one group of people–which had bothered me for a long time–so I have a rather varied assortment of friends that often tell me that I’m great the way I am (partially because they believe it and partially because I have days when my self esteem bottoms out)
Mind you, I had to move about 6000+ miles to finally get to where I am, not just in location, but in mindset, and it took 11 years. Yes it took time but in the end, it was worth every second.
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July 9th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
I used to get teased for my clothing choices in elementary school and junior high. I have always been a little more creative with dressing than most of my peers. I have to say that changed after moving to larger cities. Now that I live in SF, I feel I dress boring because people have such great style here in my hood. It’s a bit strange to feel that way and most times I try to kick it up a notch just so I can feel unique.
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July 9th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Oh Kitten! I know how you feel! I also (at 5′11″) stand head and shoulders above my peers – it really makes you stick out from the crowd. My personal style has evolved over the years but I have never been “normal”. I have drawn criticism over the years and boy does it hurt your ego, but you can’t let it stop you from being as creative and experimental as you want to be.
I do agree that distain from the very people that should identify with you is harsh and hypocritical. However, dealing with narrow, petty personages with grace is what will elevate you above the situation. As a physically imposing lady (believe me, we are intimidating to most) you may receive more than your fair share of stares. When I do, I smile beautifully and situation permitting – walk over and introduce myself. More than half the people who look like they’re ready to throw an insult are pleasantly surprised by my sincere compliment on how wonderful they look. If they are openly rude to me I let them know what a pity it is that they don’t have a beautiful attitude as well.
Being gracious and kind, but not a doormat, really can help. If nothing else it ensures that you do right by others, even if they’re not ready to do right by you.
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July 9th, 2009 at 2:21 pm
First off, the term “bresticles” made me laugh, that I might add it into my personal dictionary, bless you picaropicara!
Secondly, the whole, “adopting a public persona” isn’t nearly as bad as it seems, especially when you know how to cut corners to keep the people outside happy, but you’re happy with yourself. I’m a teacher by trade, a framer, artist, and personal custom clothing/costume designer by choice.
The way I dress outside of school is VERY different from the way I dress in school. But while I’m in school, I try to incorporate my style into my teaching. Basically, I teach United States History and World Geography, so I tend to take my style to the time periods I teach about. Basically, when its the 1800’s, I try to dress a very “Steampunk-esque” by wearing a corset like top (dress shirt underneath) with dress pants, victorian hat, and combat boots. For the 20’s I dress like a modern flapper, for the 60’s a neo hippie, and for the 70’s, I pull out my mother’s clothes >.> But if a parent complains, I have a reason for dressing this way, it is related to the learning education, and not only that, the kids relate to it very well and I have little behavioral problems. But you have to find corners to cut.
Now, if parents see me out of school, they don’t even recognize me, because I’m usually in skirts, with bright colored shirts, and I LIVE on lime crime eyeshadow, I actually fix my clothes to try and match Lime Crime >.> I guess it pays off to look like a teenager half the time :)
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July 9th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
Such a wonderful post, Xenia. Its such a shame that everyone around the world seems to have to deal with losers who live in tiny boxes and expect everyone to live in it. Its one thing to notice a tall poppy, its another to cut it down & shmoosh it. Besides, I’d always feel that what someone else wears, prefers or does is really none of my business if they’re not hurting anyone.
I live in Singapore and have always thought that in this T-shirt, shorts & thongs country, it might be the only place thats contains the world’s most conforming people. Wear something other than the above-mentioned, you get stared, leered and jeered at. In a way, its kinda good to know its quite the same anywhere else.
I have a tendency to try and blend in, my other half on the other hand, encourages me to be myself – a cutesy, childish, high school girl. I try to wear clothes that channels that (old uniforms included!) and it does make me feel more like myself even though it encourages stares, sometimes lecherous ones & scoffs too.
I say live a little but to remind what the rest of the kind folk here said, bring a pepper spray, learn a bit of self-defense & stay out of notorious neighborhoods.
Don’t regret on your last day. :+)
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July 9th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
I wear vintage clothes and I do my own thing with it. I like to be glamorous, elegant, classy, and noticeable. I feel that I have accomplished this and it feels good to be myself and to not care what people think. I know I look good, I am sure all of us look good regardless of what negative things people say.
I get a lot of positive attention from men but it is the women that are so negative. Men always say such beautifully kind things to me, it feels good. It is just women that are so intolerant of other women and I am sure many of us on here know how that is.
Women glare at me on a regular basis, women have even spit on me and have said some very nasty things. So, when it comes to people like this, I just consider the source. The opinion of a woman in a pink tracksuit and a ponytail really has no value to me.
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July 9th, 2009 at 2:51 pm
I can’t imagine being assaulted for the way I look…I’ve been threatened, usually by small minded people who are just trying to cover their fear of something different, but to actually be attacked? That’s just horrible. Those of you who choose to be yourselves in smaller towns where “out of the norm” is shunned, are so brave. I’m lucky to live in California, where sub-cultures and “out of the norm” are seemingly rather revered.
I did go through a lot of verbal abuse in the christian high school I attended, however. Apparently I wore too much black (which is in the uniform code, no less), and loved to pair those little plaid skirts and polos with combat boots, bright makeup, and crazy accessories. Not just to ruffle some feathers, but because I loved wearing them. There was even a “football star” who dated me just as a joke as a result.
But to me, those experiences just enforced in me the will to stand out from others. Maybe a bit to prove I wasn’t like them, but mostly to prove to myself that I’d never NOT be me.
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July 9th, 2009 at 3:11 pm
When I was younger people would always ask me if I was goth because I was going through a wearing nothing but black phase. I told then no because I don’t like to label myself. That was years ago but apparently my rep stuck because now at school people tend to ignore me. I’ve thankfully dropped the black by now, but I guess people are intimidated by me for some reason. Sometimes it makes me feel sad, but I get over it quickly.
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July 9th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
I love this, great advice!
I’m seventeen and just graduated high school. I’m lucky enough to be moving to new york city next year [living in a dorm] to attend Parsons School of Design. For most of my life I’ve lived about two hours from nyc in a suburban town. It has a mixed group of people living here, but I’ve always dressed outside the norm. In junior high, I was beginning to experiment with my style and wore bright sneakers, skirts over jeans, ties, and gypsy scarves as belts, tons of madonna bracelets, tons of polka dots, and things like that. I got made fun of by my classmates as well as my parents and brothers. People in school would call me “goth” as an insult, even though it isn’t, and my look wasn’t goth. My look changes often and as the years went on it changed a lot. People actually began complimenting me on my style and a lot of people in school know me for the way I dress. I have dark brown wavy hair with pink streaks, I wear hats and crazy dresses. I pull it off with confidence, friendliness and a smile. I agree with maybe toning down a look for say, a wedding or graduation, because sometimes attention needs to be shared with other people. :] Besides, finding small ways to express oneself is fun! [I love the bright underwear and toenails thing!]
I think a lot of my confidence in recent years comes from reading blogs like yours, Doe. My experiences with looking different and being inspired by people who don’t simply follow watered-down trends inspired me to pursue a career as a fashion designer. I’m excited to move to a city where hopefully people will enjoy the way I look, and they will be open to it and it will make them happy. I’m also glad I was able to make girls here in my home town feel good about wearing what makes them happy, and not just what everyone else is wearing..
So, thanks to people like Doe who encourage people to be themselves, dare to be different, and accept everyone. :]
Sorry for the superlong post. :]
xx Nikkidee
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July 9th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
I love this article and I’m going to link to it for others to see from my youtube video that I’ll be posting in a few days dealing with the same problem. I always get people griping about my clothes are too flashy, my hair is too long, my makeup is too bright and my eyebrows are too thick. I finally got up on my soap box and made a video addressing the fight for indivuality and when I post it I’ll definatly link to this article because I believe that individuality and the love and acceptance of ones self is one of the most important things in life worth fight for. Even when I try to fit in I stick out like a sore thumb no matter where I go or what I do. I learned long ago you cannot please everyone all of the time so dont worry about pleasing anyone but yourself because at the end of the day thats what matters most.
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July 9th, 2009 at 3:57 pm
I had a somewhat different problem with my outrageous looks. I would get excess amounts of attention for it to the point where I was nervous to go out. For example, I was walking home from work one day and was confronted by a drunk man who told me he watched me walk home every day and he had written me several poems. They were all incredibly inappropriate and made me uncomfortable. I got unwanted and perverted attention constantly. I worked in an alternative store in the “hip” section of Atlanta, and people just thought that it allowed them to say whatever the hell they wanted. I even had people grabbing my dread extensions and yanking them trying to see if I was wearing a wig! It sucked :(
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July 9th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
When i was under 18, the only way i felt i could express myself was through the way i looked. I used to shave my head into a mohawk, wear outrageous outfits and do crazy rainbow makeup. i never wanted to blend in with any group of people, even the groups who believed they looked different also.
well, this embarrassed my dad alot. it got to the point where i wasnt allowed to go out with him or the family in public unless i dressed normal. He even took me to a therapist! He always said it was a phase. and that i would grow out of it.
I went through middle school with people who looked down on me, i remember when my friends parents told them that they werent allowed to hang out with me because they thought i was a bad influence.
The only thing that really held me through it was knowing that i was going to prove everyone wrong. i was going to prove to my everyone that i wasnt a bad kid, that it wasnt a phase but who i was.
I am now an 18 year old girl, just graduated from highschool and will be going to college in a few months. I also have been modeling for 3 years now. and guess what!? i just as weird as ever! I still have a mohawk, i still dress weird and i even now have a sleeve of tattoos.
It means so much to me now days when i run into old friends and they just give me a look of awe. i blush when they tell me how cool it is that i never decided to be normal. some have even told me that they actually looked up to me. and it saddens me when some of them have told me that they always wanted to dress in weird ways but that they were too scared. they actually consider me brave for being myself.
All i really wanted to say that there will ALWAYS be ignorant people. They will say mean things and yes, it will get to you, and it will hurt. but dont let some idiot’s words make you who you are. Instead prove them wrong!
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July 9th, 2009 at 4:14 pm
I’ve always been a little different, and my parents have stopped caring too much about my clothes.
I always meet people saying that the clothes I wear would look hideous on anyone else but on me, it actually looks good. My mum says it’s because I wear it like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
I live in a very small village, and there are less than 300 students in my high school, which kinda makes it hard to be different sometimes. I have never felt that I’ve been discriminated for my looks, might be cause I don’t see what I’ve done wrong. But I’m starting to get tired of the small town mentality. One of the reasons I just want to get out of here!
I think that personal style is very important in Sweden, at least I believe so. We want to be very independent in our looks and that’s a good thing, as long as it is you behind the style.
Love what you’re doing Xenia! rock on <3
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July 9th, 2009 at 4:52 pm
I get laughed at for my opinions on psychology and popular culture. :(
I’m different, so what! Leave me alone! D:
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July 9th, 2009 at 5:02 pm
Being different can be difficult! I live in a very “vanilla” suburban neighborhood where most people are content to wear t-shirts, jeans, and *cringe* pajama pants all the livelong day O_o… I have a rather unique style (think candy goth) and get many dirty looks when I go out, but I have learned to smile and try to ignore it… most people will smile and wave back!
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July 9th, 2009 at 5:17 pm
this is a wonderful subject… i would not be known to lie and say that i am turning 25 in a couple of months when in actuality you would need to add 10 years to it, but in my mind… in my soul i will forever be 25 because that is who i am… i love clothes, fashion, makeup… BUT ~ because of all of this i have hardened myself over the years to the comments about acting my age and the other not so nice things that are said and done because i refuse to let unhappy people make me unhappy ~ as for originality in dressing ~ being in other countries in small towns doesn’t make it easy… dress accordingly to the world until you can go out without hate or prejudice being thrown at you and my advice is to dress up and dance around your house, in your home and take many, many pictures and plaster them all over! the hate cannot follow you into your heart… your soul is who you are… be who you are… be safe, but be who you are for always! wear bright blue and green and yellow and glitter… where your style in your heart and soul and when you smile while wearing your jeans and tennis shoes then think to yourself that they just dont know what happiness is and that is to be yourself… (or wear some sparkly underwear and socks so that they don’t see it but you have a piece of you anyway and can smile thinking of what they have under thier hoodies!) ~
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July 9th, 2009 at 5:22 pm
This is a post close to my heart. I’m in Scotland too and the neds really make life hard. I used to dress alternatively (in fact I would say I still do it’s just toned down in my old age :)) I got taunts all the time and although I was never physically assulted it’s still a massive blow to your self confidence.
When I was in school I used to cheer myself up by telling myself those people who made fun of me would amount to nothing in life, they would drop out of school have kids at like 14 and get dead end jobs – and do you know what, most the time I was right! People take their frustration out on YOU because they’re not happy with their own lives. I think the majority of the time (esp with neds) they’re just looking for a fight, and if it wasn’t your clothes then it would be for any other reason (being fat, being ginger, being tall) some people are just arseholes. Don’t let them get to you.
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July 9th, 2009 at 5:26 pm
I live in a small city in Ontario and people here are so plain. I love nothing more than dressing up in beautiful, frilly, lolita clothes. But, every time I do, people make comments. I’ve never been physically attacked, but I’ve been asked on more than one occasion how much I charge. (I always say more than they can afford and laugh as I walk away.)
But still, I found myself selling off my beautiful clothes and buying more toned down pieces, trying to fit in.
However, I’ve decided that I won’t let them get to me. I’ve begun buying lots of accessories and pretty shirts to wear with my civilian gear and the comments have been pretty positive. I’m hoping one day I’ll work up enough courage to start wearing my frills again, but for now this is good.
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July 9th, 2009 at 5:29 pm
Thank you so much for this.
I don’t get too harassed for my style, but I do get the occasional insults. I’m going to take self defense lessons just in case I’m attacked, among other reasons.
The thing is, I don’t try to dress weird, and I think most people who wear different clothes are the same. We just wear what we love and what makes us feel happy. I mean, right now I’m wearing dark brown shorts, one red-and-white thigh high stocking attached to my shorts with a red ribbon, one lacy blue-and-white knee high stocking, a frilly pale pink shirt and a black vest with a ribbon. I think this is pretty normal, but when school starts again people won’t agree.
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July 9th, 2009 at 5:38 pm
Fashion wise, I’ve never been really harassed as I wear classic pieces of sorts. I was teased a lot as a kid as I lived in a military family (I moved a lot) and I have a multitude of disorders, one with a serious stigma attached to it–Epilepsy. There’s still an old stigma that Epileptics are “Satanists,” “Possessed by Satan,” “broken,” and other such untrue statements which are still particularly believed by close-minded strict Catholics. It’s a serious, life-threatening neurological disorder with no known cure. It’s caused me a lot of problems, especially when I have two speech impediments, a learning disorder (Autism) AND Cerebral Palsy (neurological).
I was pretty much teased relentlessly until some girls stood up for me when I was 13 and told the dean. I learned I was worth something and I shouldn’t be bullied just because I’m different on the inside. I had the principal, V.P and the deans behind me and they stopped all the harassing, teasing and bullying. I still have low self-esteem and I constantly belittle myself, but I’m learning to be more confident and to speak up for myself. I’m shy naturally, but I’m trying to change and it’s working but it’s slow.
Try telling an authority about it, especially in Lauren’s case. A teacher should never bully or harass you. Teachers here in the states actually get fired for bullying, especially if it’s in a public forum like Lauren’s. I don’t know the laws in Scotland, so check your school. No one should be bullied by an authority. That’s not right.
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:03 pm
Though I don’t have a situation like Anna or Sara, I have faced ridicule for the way I dress.
I dress very bohemian/hippie-like. Harem pants, full flowy skirts, dashikis, scarves, tams, etc.
My parents, fiance, and friends, thank goodness, are very accepting. Others are not.
The usual outfit for girls at my college is Tiffany jewelry, some form of sweatpants or tracksuit bottoms [90% of the time from Victoria's Secret], some kind of designer label top or hoodie, and Uggs.
That isn’t me at all.
One time, I was wearing a full flowing skirt, dashiki and tam combination, and someone told me that I should head back to Woodstock. Another once told me to go smoke some pot with my other druggie friends.
I usually ignore it, or come back with something smart, like in the Woodstock comment situation I said: “I’d like to!” just to freak them out.
Those were the only two comments I got. I usually just get stares and sniggers.
Despite all the comments, I still dress as though I am headed to Woodstock, and I love it!
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:04 pm
In regards to Anna and Sara’s situations, though, that is just hurtful and wrong, on so many levels.
Unfortunately, some people claim to be adults, but in reality are still childish, spoiled brats on the inside.
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:07 pm
After having lived in the most dangerous city in the USA for a year (Memphis, where I attend college), you learn to walk the line between staying true to yourself and staying safe.
I have always been inspired by Japanese fashions, especially oshare-kei, street punk, and visual-kei, so I always stand out in crowds as is. Having a mohawk doesn’t help, either. But I recall getting jumped by a few guys while I was walking with my then-girlfriend on a date, just because we were holding hands and looked strange. We both got away okay, as we’re fighters just as much as we were lovers.
Since then, I haven’t changed a thing about the way I look or the way I choose to express myself…the key is DISCRETION. Swallowing your pride and wearing something toned-down when you go to an area that’s known to be dangerous isn’t that hard to do. The only person you have to apologize to is yourself, after all.
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:12 pm
I got an award at my grade 8 graduation for “Arguing with a teacher and getting an award, award” – though I had never argued with the particular teacher, but I had believed that their opinion on a matter was invalid and that mine should be stated as well.
When I was younger, and adopted a more punk style I was often ignored in stores while I was shopping, or followed as if I were to steal something and asked by teachers to change my clothing at school (suddenly skulls were no longer allowed according to the dress code). Eventually my style changed, and these things stopped occuring, but it still bothers me none-the-less when people with more ecclectic tastes are looked down upon for being unique. Everyone is always saying ‘Be true to yourself’ but then we get looked down upon when we’re different – the hypocracy of society is often discouraging, but it is always important to keep one’s chin up.
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:32 pm
It’s too bad that we have to be judged just for our appearance. At my school we were 5 people dressing differently, now it’s just me left. They all couldn’t stand being called “Emo” all the time so they all changed and looks like everybody else. It’s a shame. In a school full with fashion-nerds and normal-looking people there’s that one girl that walks around in pink frilly dresses. It’s so much harder being by yourself. I really hate living in such a small town. And hey Lola, I also live in sweden!
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:36 pm
I wish I had time right now to read all of the other comments, I’ll probably come back and do so later…but jeez those letters just break my heart! I don’t understand how anyone could be so hateful!
Your first piece of advice is right on, Xenia – I grew up in a VERY small town and recently moved to a suburb of Austin, TX. I am SO much happier here! I have funky hair (it’s always short, sometimes “boy-short”, I’ve had a mohawk in the past, and it’s been a rainbow of colors) and people would be so ridiculously rude to me about it in Joplin. I’d get harassed in stores, questions about why I’d do that to myself, etc. etc. I even once had an old man tell me that he’d beat his daughter with a belt if she came home with hair like mine! Here, it’s a totally different mindset, I haven’t had one snide comment or rude staring in the month since we moved. I love it! It makes it so much easier to not worry about being assaulted, verbally or physically!
And you girls in the first two letters: Chin up! It gets better after high school, I promise!
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:44 pm
some of these stories are so sad D: i live in hick-town canada, and everyone is the same. but i dont stand for that :P i wear what i want, no matter how insane, and because i carry it with such a self-confident attitude, people admire me more than discourage. i have been laughed at though, as well as listened to whispers of “what is she wearing” and turned around to people making faces of disgust at my outfit. but i take it as a compliment :P
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:45 pm
As a child I was physically abused and left to my own development.
I am different than others (as people constantly remind me. When I was in school, I was given a rough time, taunted and bullied. But I knew that I didn’t want to be a victim all my life. So I educated myself, and I developed a sharp tongue. And when the school bully punched me in the eye. I kicked him in the groin.
It might not work when others have weapons. But confidence and smarts can get you out of a lot of trouble. And eventually those who have been hurtful are gone, and they are replaced with people who are loving and good!
- jess
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July 9th, 2009 at 6:58 pm
All these stories are giving me the shakes.
I live in Dublin. I was more Gothicly – inclined as a teen, and had been attacked and threatened to the point where I reformed my style into something less “intimidating” just for the sake of peace.
Since turning full-time Lolita, I find people are kinder (and curiouser…)
I’ve been asked to pose for photos in the shop where I work, and complemented by absolute strangers. It’s uncomfortable, but flattering.
I still get asked “Who exactly are you supposed to BE?”, but the hostility has lessened.
So my advice is as follows:
-Learn Some Sort Of Self-Defence.
-Get Home Before Nightfall If You Walk Alone.
-Be Disarmingly Polite.
-Carry Yourself With Modest Confidence. (Look strong and determined, without seeking attention.)
-Wear Whatever You Want Every Day. (Some people have a low eccentricity threshold. SCREW ‘EM!)
Be Brave, Be Fierce!
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July 9th, 2009 at 7:35 pm
Thank you for recommending to move. It’s the first thing I would have done. There’s a whole world out there and a world who will accept you for who you are. I lived the teased punk kid in high school life in Wisconsin, moved away to New Orleans and now almost 13 years later, I never once regretted that move. I get to look exactly how I want every day, I never have to compromise- even at work! And while my looks have mellowed over time, being somewhere that people accept or just don’t care about how you look has really made an impact on ALL areas of my life. Instead of being 30 in a suburb with kids and a dog, I’m 30 and still an artist and designer who works at a rock club on the side to pay her mortgage on her vintage inspired house. It never was “just a phase” for me, so thanks for letting others know it doesn’t have to be “just a phase” for them either.
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July 9th, 2009 at 7:36 pm
I tend to dress up a lot, in dresses and such, and I often get dirty looks or rude remarks.
I have this book bag that’s shaped like a bear, and It has many different compartments and such… well when I was taking the SAT, someone put gum all over my bag… I picked up my bag later and got gum all over my hand and I looked up to a bunch of snickering idiots.
I really don’t have many incidents, I just have lots of people ignoring me for the way I look, but usually when I smile at people they open up.
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July 9th, 2009 at 8:20 pm
Oh gosh, all three of those letters tug my heart.
Try to remember:
1) there is always someone looking for a fight or a victim. You wouldn’t necessarily avoid the hassle if you dressed normally, and even if you would.. someone else would be getting it. I know it hurts, I do, but try and remember that somehow you’re saving someone else a little bit of pain?
2) They are less vocal and of course less scary, but there ARE people who you are inspiring. There are people who see you and feel happier. That’s worth it.
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July 9th, 2009 at 8:30 pm
As with all the comments before this one, I can absolutely relate to this. I was mortified when I read that last letter about being jumped. My heart goes out to all of you.
In middle school and high school, I was always different. And of course, that was a “bad thing” in the eyes of everyone, including some people that I had called my close friends since I was 8 or 9. When I started wearing neon fishnets and a lot of black, my “friends” began to show their true feelings. Even with such discouragement, I knew that I would never be happy settling for being “normal”. It was a low time for me, where I often turned to books (and the LimeCrime forums!) to keep me going. Eventually, I met a group of girls who were as into fashion, makeup and art as I was. Now, a few years later, I can proudly say that not only do I know who I am (minus some of the black, plus a little more fashionista :-P), I do much better than anyone told me I would and without compromising or conforming!
Having a place like the Doe Deere Blogazine is so important and your advice, Xenia, is always spot on. Thank you for providing a place for individuals to be themselves and be inspired!
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July 9th, 2009 at 9:31 pm
Great post: poignant, even painful questions and a sage response.
What a terrible indictment of society that there’s such pervasive intolerance. Being different (crossing the gender-divide), I too have experienced this and learned hard lessons. Not only does this suck but, when we are forced to censor ourselves, it dampens the wonderful spark of our creativity.
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July 9th, 2009 at 9:49 pm
I adore dressing up in costume pieces and generally very out there types of clothing. So much so that people tend to gape at me whereever I go wearing these pieces in public. I have sclera contacts and bright blue contacts that I wear out sometimes because it feels good to wear different contacts then the ones you wear everyday. It feels good on the eyes and it makes you feel special. Most people don’t agree with this and some find it fascinating and will remember you for it. When I have to wear regular clothing for work and for school I usually put my own twist to it to make it me, like choosing accessories that people wouldn’t normally think of putting with those clothes. Like funky pantyhose under a baggy pair of shorts. And if nothing is going my way I try to express myself with my make up. There’s always something you can wear that makes you comfortable and you. Even if it’s doing your nails a vibrant colour and sticking little rhinestones on them. Or going all out when the occasion calls for it and having to pick up booze for a party at 11 at night in a crimson victorian gown.
Be yourself, because conformity never looks good on anyone.
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July 9th, 2009 at 9:54 pm
I know for myself that I couldn’t get a date in highschool and not many people understand me and not many people understand me even now. With my choices and my ideas, and views, and styles. But the only thing that has kept people from being particularly nasty is that I’m intimadating in a strange way. I always have a smile but just recently I was told that I give off an air that makes me unapproachable by some people. Something I couldn’t understand for the life of me. I adore dressing up in costume pieces and generally very out there types of clothing. So much so that people tend to gape at me whereever I go wearing these pieces in public. I have sclera contacts and bright blue contacts that I wear out sometimes because it feels good to wear different contacts then the ones you wear everyday. It feels good on the eyes and it makes you feel special. Most people don’t agree with this and some find it fascinating and will remember you for it. When I have to wear regular clothing for work and for school I usually put my own twist to it to make it me, like choosing accessories that people wouldn’t normally think of putting with those clothes. Like funky pantyhose under a baggy pair of shorts. And if nothing is going my way I try to express myself with my make up. There’s always something you can wear that makes you comfortable and you. Even if it’s doing your nails a vibrant colour and sticking little rhinestones on them. Or going all out when the occasion calls for it and having to pick up booze for a party at 11 at night in a crimson victorian gown.
Be yourself, because conformity never looks good on anyone.
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:00 pm
I used to dress dull until one day I realized I wasn’t happy and began to make me own clothing. With eccentric designs and bright colors people were starting to notice me. I would constantly hear snickers from people making fun of me or mean comments from behind me, or even some people would yell thing or say hurtful things to my face. But at the same time I would have people coming up to me admiring my outfits or people praising the creativity.
So I learned that no matter what, when someone does something out of the norm people are going to either love or hate it.
So I decided to just laugh off and ignore those who try to bring me down and embrace the positive comments that make it all worth it. I am a lot stronger and happier now than I used to be. (=
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July 9th, 2009 at 10:23 pm
I live in a small, conservative town. I dress in bright colors, I’ve dyed my hair unnatural colors, and I’ve walked around town wearing cat ears before.
Everywhere I go I get looks varying from disgust, curiosity, and fear. My co-workers make fun of me; for example, one of them has called me the Joker from Batman.
It gets old. But I don’t want to change who I am just to make others happy. I like the way I dress, and that’s all that matters.
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:13 pm
Thank you for posting this, Miss Deere.
I’ve always had a flair for the dramatic and outlandish, which has especially been prevalent in my personal style as it has evolved throughout my adolescence. I’ve made quite a stylistic journey in my teenage years, spanning over everything between trench coats and combat boots to faerie wings and tutus, having been ridiculed for it all along the way. But it was only when I adopted the extravagantly fanciful style of the Lolita that I really began to feel the weight of the constant criticism. Before, I garnered rude comments, but never to the extent that I had to endure for wearing frilly petticoats. This day I have no idea what it was about Lolita that people seemed to want to harass me for so much more than any other phase or stylistic period that I’ve gone through. But after a while, it became too much to handle, and I caved. I started to conform, at least on the outside, which was probably the worst choice I’ve ever made. For much of the latter part of high school, I felt like I was betraying my true self. I vowed that, even if I never returned to the Lolita style of dress, that once I got out of high school, I would dress, act, and live the way I wanted to, no matter what.
I start college in the fall, and I’m holding true to that promise. It feels amazing to be myself, my whole, real self again.
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:19 pm
Ive noticed that quite a lot of people commenting are mentioning that they are ‘bigger’. I live in a very small town in Australia and there is a severe lack (RE: NONE!!) of unusual, eclectic, plus sized clothes here. Id love to live in a big city and be able to dress how i want, but its just not an option at the moment, and it makes me so angry.
I really do feel both sorry for the amazing people who have put their style out there and have been hurt for it. Although, i must say…i have so much respect and admiration for you!!
Okay, back to my original question to all of you…are there any websites (australian, or that ship internationally) that have the amazing clothes and accesories i am desperately looking for?
XXX
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:23 pm
It amazes me how closed minded some people can be. I wore a bright yellow polo shirt to uni with jeans and people kept making smart ass comments about me being “very yellow” and other stupid things. For a yellow shirt. I luckily go to a uni that alot of foreign students attend so I usually only get slack from the bogans or strangly enough the christians..
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July 9th, 2009 at 11:25 pm
wow those stories are really heart breaking :( !
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July 10th, 2009 at 12:03 am
Wow those where heart breaking letters. I hate to think that these people go threw this.
Like my mother always tells me.
“With individual expression, you break generations”
that always makes me smile :D
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July 10th, 2009 at 12:11 am
Heyy!
I love the color underwear thing :D Haha my mother is always saying ‘ why do you spend time picking out underwear?! no one sees it!’ the reply is always ‘I do! :)’ hahaah underwear can be so pretty and fun :D
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July 10th, 2009 at 12:13 am
I grew up in a fairly liberal neighbourhood – nobody dressed “alternatively” but nobody cared if you did, either. The only people who have ever said anything about my appearance were kids, around middle-school aged. And it never really bothered me because they’d say the silliest things that had no relevance to me or my life. My clothes don’t define who I am at all – I wear them, they don’t wear me. Maybe it’s just me though – I am easily amused and enjoy dressing in all different sorts of ways that contrast with aspects of my personality (I love girlying it up to go play video games with my guy friends, for example). So I know that any comments I get are based solely on my appearance, and since I am so much more than that (or so I’d like to think, anyway :P), they never really have much effect. The same goes for compliments too, though. When people say nice things about my appearance, I feel like they’re also saying that it’s the only thing they notice/like about me.
I’ve never been seriously threatened or teased though, and it kills me to see how cruel people can be. ugh.
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July 10th, 2009 at 12:40 am
My personal style is pretty varied.
I put it this way. I’m a steampunker mixed with an old school goth to make some strange hybrid creature. But, I work a normal retail job. I don’t get to have fun hair like most scene people. They give me a hard time because I’m “not that goth looking” and mainstream people give me even nastier opinions.
The worst was a time someone threw a coffee at me in a mall. I wasn’t even looking their way. And this was in Tampa, FL a town with a pretty prominent goth crowd… I didn’t wear my boots or corsets in public for months afterward.
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July 10th, 2009 at 1:54 am
Growing up, I loved to experiment with style. Luckily my mom was supportive. I was teased a little in school, and relentlessly by little sister, but for the most part accepted. I was the first in my high school to wear vinyl pants (don’t laugh, it was the 90’s), knee high boots, sequined skirts, and little boy’s (think vintage Karate Kid) t-shirts. But, when I moved to my dad’s house in a very small town in NM, not only did I become a minority, but I was a skinny, white girl in fishnets and a polyester mini-skirt. You can imagine what it feels like, so I’ll spare you the sad details. For school, I started wearing jeans with fun t’s, and have learned that there is a time and a place for everything. Over the years, my style has become more developed, and I am fortunate enough to work in a creative atmosphere. I still like to experiment with my appearance, but have learned to look polished, and know how to add something special to a “normal” outfit, hairstyle, etc.
I think it helped me to set style goals, and take inspiration from everything. Cultivating personal style is very important to a creative mind. Now as a mother with very creative children, when I see them dressed “a little too out there” for dinner with the grandparents, school, or other ordinary events, I will simply ask them to edit their outfit before we leave the house. It gives them an opportunity to make a few changes with out them feeling stifled or put down. We get so many compliments on having such well dressed kids, and they get the satisfaction of having made the decisions on their own.
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July 10th, 2009 at 2:05 am
It was upsetting to here such stories. People should have the right to dress the way they feel and not the way society tells them.
I dress very inspired by the 40’s and 50’s. My style icon is Joan Leslie and Marilyn Monroe. However, I will switch it up with something modern and edgy. The shoes I wear are very high, nothing under five inch, and resemble a stripper’s shoes. haha.
I usually get compliments for the way I dress. However there are always going to be those who say something nasty. Because I like my skirts above the knee, and my heels sky high, I sometimes will be called a ’slut’ or mostly be looked at as if I were one. I just hold my head high when I hear such things because I know I am not a slut.
I refuse to conform to the way society tells me to dress. I am not going to step out of the house in trackpants and an oversized shirt…I’m just not.
I respect people such as Lady Gaga (no pants), Christina Aguilera (chaps) and such who are unafraid to wear what they want. Although I wouldn’t walk out of the house in a bikini top and leather chaps I will say all the more power to them. People should dress the way they feel defines who they are. I was fortunate enough to be brought up my a mother, who is an artist, who always insisted that I embrace my creativity and be myself at all times.
All I can say is that if people don’t like you for the way you dress those people are not worth your time.
Excellent post by the way Doe.
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July 10th, 2009 at 2:34 am
This is an amazing post and I want to say that I fully support anyone creative and brave enough to do something different.
I’m so glad to see that many people are strong enough to be who they really are, and not hide behind a safety net of “normal” clothing, but it hurts me to see that so many people still get harassed.
Personally, I don’t even have to be dressed weird to get odd looks. I don’t know if you get this Doe, but I’m a redhead with very pink skin and a VERY uneven skin tone on my arms. It will be the dead of winter and I’ll go somewhere in short sleeves and people will ask me if I’m sunburnt. When I cry or get angry or upset, my face just gets redder. It’s humiliating to live in a society that believes they have crossed racial boundaries, but they haven’t stopped judging people by the color of their skin, even if they’re the same race?
Because of this, I have pride in who I am and what I wear and I want to say thank you Xenia for being so helpful and supportive and giving great ideas and alternatives.
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July 10th, 2009 at 3:06 am
I went through an extremely depressing phase from about age 12-15 when my family lived in a small town where the ‘it girls’ would regularly beat up other girls who dresses either strangely or better than they did. If they wore PJs to a party, anyone in heels was a target for verbal and sometimes physical abuse. Needless to say, my 3 years in nothing but jeans and shirts…well, it sucked, to say the least.
I live in a big city now, and I’ve started to branch out in my fashion tastes. I haven’t worn anything *that* outrageous, but I’m working on a look *squee* that I love.
Ivy, your “candy goth” comment just made my day!
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July 10th, 2009 at 7:30 am
I do often get rude comments on my style, since i’m goth. but time showed me that not caring about all that and keeping your back straight and your head up makes you not a person wearing rdiculous clothes for others, but a person being unique, proud and wonderful. At work I have to wear “normal” clothes. I have a whole section in my closet full of normal stuff. I feel uncomfortable in it, but I have to wear it, since I love my work, but the people in this business don’t love “me”.
But when I come home or meet with my friends, I unpack my beautycase, dress up and go out. People got used to it over the years in this small town where I live. They dont say anything about my style any more.
And I want to move to a big city soon. Ive been there already for a time, there I always dressed up when leaving the house and it was so great. People still looked at me, but it was more fun for me than offense. The anonymity of a big city can be so awesome when you want to be yourself. And there is always somebody, who’s “worse” than you, hahaha.
My parents stopped saying anything about my style after maybe 6 years i’m wearing stranges clothes now. I guess they still don’t like it, but they accept it. They noticed at one point that I’m still their daughter on the inside and that being happy is for me living my style. And all they want is, that their kids are happy.
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July 10th, 2009 at 8:06 am
I was born in london but my family moved when I was 8 to a veru rural area in Ireland. My family are in no way hippys but my parents always had a very liberal approach to makeup and hair and my mother used to use semi permanent vegetable died on my hair to make pink or green streaks! I used to wear glittery nailvarnish and play with makeup after school. However the kids at my new school didnt like this and used to bully me for wearing nail polish (!!!) and one girl who i thought was a friend told me one day her mother said she couldnt play with me anymore because I was a TART! Who in their right mind calls a 9 year old girl a tart becuase shes allowed to wear nail varnish?? The girl went on to say her mother claimed my parents didnt care about me because they let me do these things. For the next 11 years I lived ther I put up with people saying crap about me because of my makeup/clothes/unusual haircolours. As soon as I turned 18 I moved to Barcelona and have been working here as a makeup artist, stylist, fashion blogger, my opinions are respected and admired! For the first time, when I get dressed in the morning how people will react isnt a decding factor! I have bright pink hair, 6 inch heels, anything I could dream of and people dont even look twice. My advice to these girls is one day you will find a place where people are like you and no one notices if ur dressed “normaly” or not! Trust me! :-) xxxx
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July 10th, 2009 at 9:04 am
wow. it’s amazing how so many people relate to this. we ahould all run off and create our own elitist creative people country.
Yeah i have similiar stories, though my main reason for bullying was a few extra kilos and boobs. gah how it created body hangups.
thanks for sharing your experience with us, doe.
and everyone else.
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July 10th, 2009 at 10:55 am
I find so odd that people get bullied over how they dress. I get comments over tattos or my hair-{Platinum and indigo blue} but never my clothes. I live in southern california, and ive noticed sadly, alot of has to do background. Older hispanic ladies will say things like “youre a daughter of god, you shouldnt get any more tattos!” while citing a bible verse that applies to things you shouldnt do youre body when youre Greiving! I may not look like i read the bible, but i have and i know the context of it. The biggest problem i have is that men seem to think that tattooes are in invite to touch you, and since this happens at work its difficult to say anything. I hate when people grab youre arm to look at you without asking.
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July 10th, 2009 at 11:32 am
I think the public persona advice is very good, and pretty much essential. We all have to conform to a certain extent, at certain times, depending on our jobs and so on, and sadly this extends to appearance too. I say this as someone who loves bright colours and elaborate make-up, but who wants to be a business lawyer.
My wardrobe contains everything from suits to PVC bodices. What I wear depends on where I’m going, and with whom. There’s a particular nightclub where I go when I want to goth out, and I use events such as hockey tournaments etc. to dress up madly in team colours. At last season’s Playoffs I was wearing a can-can skirt with a red feather boa, wings and all sorts. Sure, I looked out of place, but people only said good things. I would never walk down the street like that, though!
I think you can still be an individual without compromising your chances in life, and your safety is definitely important. I agree that it’s a sad world when people can’t dress the way they want to without being harassed, but don’t cut off your nose to spite your face – in other words, don’t put yourself in danger when you could just throw a coat on, or wear something more ‘normal’ if you know you’re going to be walking in bad areas, etc.
Sometimes attracting attention isn’t a good thing. Save your eye-catching stuff for when the eyes you’re gonna catch will be appreciative, as Doe said :)
x
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July 10th, 2009 at 2:55 pm
Oh Rosa! ^^ I’m from Barcelona too!!!!
xoxo
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July 10th, 2009 at 8:50 pm
Yay! Barcelona chapter of the doe deere fan clue! :-) xx
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July 10th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
I can relate to these stories all too well.
I definitely believe you can be yourself without jeopardizing your safety or your sanity.
Unfortunately for me, my life was a bit different. No matter what I did I could never remove myself from speculation or someone all too eagerly awaiting to berate my quality of life. I can remember horror stories of being cruelly treated by others as far back as preschool. However, I never let what anyone did to me stop me from expressing myself or being honest about it.
I believe I mostly got picked on in grade school for, oddly enough, being quite astute. Although, in high school I was kicked repeatedly in the spine for taking a nap on my friend’s shoulder because some boy thought I was gay. I’m not sure what it was about me that compelled other people to continually ostracize me. To this day, I still cannot fully understand how anyone could feel so compelled to go out of their way and make others they don’t agree with miserable for such insignificant reasons. Maybe, it’s instinctual; similar to how a lion preys on gazelle and such.
To this day, my articulacy and honesty continue to intimidate people and get me in trouble; as does my facial tattoo and various other piercings, etc.. I guess you could say my personality and my looks combined are like a giant oxymoron. To the ignorant mind (by that I meant former employer), it is impossible for them to cohabitate.
My former workplace used to hold such trivial matters against me regardless of the fact that I followed the rules while at work. (You should always respect the fact that there is a time and place for everything.)
In any case, I was fired two weeks ago (after 2.5 years) for my employers prejudice against my personal body modifications. They used to write me up and give me private meetings just to bully me and tell me how ’stupid, offensive, and ugly’ my piercings are. I never even wore them to work! So, I guess my answer to your question is yes. I guess I learned my lesson and next time won’t be so open and honest. Sorry, for all the babbling! I’m bored : )
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July 10th, 2009 at 9:17 pm
Ugh, ignorance is everywhere, even in a so-called haven like my town, Portland.
Just the other day some moron took it upon himself to shout “MARILYN MANSON SUCKS, YOU DUMB BITCH!” out his window as he drove by me.
I was wearing a very trim and lovely black pencil skirt, opaque black leggings, and a longsleeved keyhole top. My hair is purple and black, and I was sporting my fave LC Vixen colored shadow.
Honestly, people who think that all goths listen to MM don’t know much about the scene at all!
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July 10th, 2009 at 10:22 pm
I’ve never been physically abused for how I look or dress, but I guess I’m pretty lucky because I live in a diverse and pretty accepting area (MD suburbs by Wash. DC). Or maybe it’s just the way I carry myself? I really don’t know, but for me dressing differently has not given me any stress. If anything it’s given me confidence.
When I was in elementary school I was emotionally abused, but that was before I really started to dress my own way and be unique. In the past few years since I’ve started to really dress as I feel, all I’ve really gotten were compliments. If I got any negative feedback other than odd looks and stares, I must not have noticed it.
I guess it must really depend on where you live and how intimidating you may seem? I have no idea.
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July 11th, 2009 at 4:27 am
I’m lucky.
I live in a lovely hippie town.
I have a sense of occasion, and fortunately, plenty of fabulous occasions.
My friends are as ridiculous as I am (especially when Of Montreal comes to town, oh man it’s amazing!).
I’m too lazy and cheap to dress up on a day-to-day basis anyways.
The one that I am not wholeheartedly in agreement with the effectiveness of is smiling.
I mean, I do it a good amount of the time. It’s disarming, and when you’re dressed like a four-year-old, it’s hard to even pretend to be tough. I acknowledge that.
But there are simply some situations where all that is required is a good bitchface. And maybe some big sunglasses.
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July 11th, 2009 at 9:30 am
i remember when i was in middle school one of my “best friends” told me he wouldnt talk to me anymore if i kept being “weird” in high school. i kept being weird and we stopped being friends.
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July 11th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
I was pretty surprise to discover that fashion design students/teachers are quite intolerant to underground styles and excentricity in general.
Just a note since I have nothing much to add to everything that has already been written.
Sends hugs to the people who’ve written in the first place.
That was so sad to read…
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July 11th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
it’s so sad a topic like this is still very much talked about in this day and age. it’s hard to believe people are critisized for what they wear and who they are. I think america is much more open towards “quirky” personalities than europe is.
clothes should express who you are, and if it’s you, it’ll look great! I’m not talking about people who wear ugly clothes that don’t fit them, but I’m talking about the people who care what they wear, and what their clothes say about them. I get comments too, I love colour, am tall and thin, so to me it feels like people are always staring. my classmate tell me I “dress like a child” because I love wearing yellow and hot pink, but they’re the ones always wearing black, and not have a lot of passion in their lives!
expressing yourself through clothes and other artistic things, to me, means you’re more alive and happy than the other people who just follow the rest of the “normal” crowd…
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July 11th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
omgosh i agree with everything that you said. especially moving and smiling. i come from a very buckled down city but have since moved to TWO different cities in my life time that have a way better attitude towards people who are different. in both you could literally walk out in anyyyything and no one would give you a double take (believe me i tested this theory). they were both very artsy liberal neo Renaissance type cities. amazing. smiling works to throw people off, how could someone pick on someone who looks so nice sweet and confident
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July 12th, 2009 at 12:09 am
When I was in high school, I dressed outrageously. Mostly black clothes, lace and fishnets, but I would add paperclips as earrings, wrap ribbons around my arms and pull my hair up in strange ways. I was one of the lucky ones. I never face much criticism, except for some whispered insults by dumb jocks and weird glances from teachers. Surprisingly, the times I get the worst reactions is when I’m wearing just jeans and t-shirts.
By all the “open-minded” people on here, I’m surprised at the amount of crap being said about “normal dressing” people. This isn’t a battle, and thoughts like those aren’t helping anyone accept each other more.
Another piece of advice: I’ve found this works under most circumstances when you have to dress conservatively. Keep the artistic expression minimal. Instead of wearing the entire outfit, wear only your skirt, or the top, or the accesories. Or dress normal, but wear bright make up. It’ll ease those around into your style.
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July 12th, 2009 at 6:02 am
@liesbeth: “I think america is much more open towards “quirky” personalities than europe is.”
based on what exactly? i’m half german half american, have lived in both countries and must respectfully disagree.
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July 12th, 2009 at 8:13 am
I think that it really depends on where you live in either Europe, North America, or really any continent.
An interesting comment on that topic that I read… in Nylon, actually. But it was about how, in general, Londoners aim for legitimate originality in style, whereas Americans want to wear the same thing as everyone else does but to do it better. I don’t know how accurate that is, but I thought it was an interesting concept.
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July 12th, 2009 at 9:28 am
I’ve been much luckier, overall: throughout my school I’ve become known for my gogo boots and otherwise outlandish heels, my hat collection, rarely glitterless face, and colorful or otherwise tres exciting tights as a second skin. I’ve gotten mixed reactions from this: several people have begun dressing more colorfully, and one person actually told me I had inspired her to start wearing things that she liked and owned but had never had the courage to wear. However, I had one experience where I joined a band, and we had held two very successful performances and written several songs together when the lead guitarist confronted me and asked me “Why do you dress so… wierd?” I think I may have intimidated him a little bit, however unintentionally, when I told him that most of today’s fashions were not exciting enough for me, that I didn’t really think I needed a really good reason to dress how I liked, and would he like fries with that. He since fell out of communication with me, and the band never resurfaced. Woohoo. not.
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July 12th, 2009 at 9:32 am
Ooh- but I must add, I am staying in Oxford for the month (yay!), where, although I still get looks, most of the looks say things like “nice”, “different… but cool”, “uh-huh, okay”, or “very cool”, rather than “what?!”, “um…”, “what is she thinking?”, or “god, no.”, and I’ve felt a lot less as though I super stand-out here (which only means that I have to try EVEN HARDER :) ).
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July 12th, 2009 at 5:09 pm
In January I moved from Sydney, Australia to Paris. MY dress sense can be descirbed as ‘excessively feminine’ and I have always enjoyed the confusion it created when I beat the boys in my business classes at university. I struggle with the belief some people have that women must be like men to achieve in business. I only wear dresses and skirts with heels, it gives me great satisfaction and has actually helped me in my business career so far, as the I am always noticed by the well connected people, and am not one of the jeans-wearing masses.
Anyway, In Sydney, I’d rarely get comments about my dress style, but also found guys were intimidated by it and did not know how to treat me, so would just ignore me. Paris is completely different, and my excessively fememine style does not go down well with the ‘classic’ french. The French locals will just stare, and that is fine with me, but the local arab population are a bit more vocal, and will say things and touch me in a way I would NEVER experince in Sydney. Despite sterotypes, there are not many blonde french women, so I don’t think my blonde hair helps. All in all, since I don’t wear the french uniform of skinny jeans/cigarette pants with a blouse and blazer, these men just don’t know what to do with themselves. So I cover up singlet-strap dresses with cardigans etc
Doe, your point about confidence is also relevant. I didn’t know any french when I arrived, and although my spoken french is still pretty bad, I understand the rude things they say to me but am unable to reply. I felt great pride the first time I could say something witty, but not rude back!
Luckily I have met a lovely french man who appreciates my feminity and can drive me home at night on his pink scooter, so I don’t get hasseled on the metro
life is good :)
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July 12th, 2009 at 8:57 pm
most people where i come from are pretty accepting of most things, but there are i a few things that get me some funny looks. its infuriating to know that people get attacked for going against the tide- or with their own.
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July 13th, 2009 at 2:42 am
I love this! These tips are soo helpful! i can relate to this! Ive been having identity issues :\
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July 13th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
I figured this might hit home with many. I am proud how well most of you are dealing with it!
♦ Melody & Liesbeth
I think it depends where in Europe and where in America. Generalizations don’t apply, you’re either accepted or you’re not…
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July 13th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
I’m a nursing student (graduate in August, and I’ll be an RN), so obviously I’m very limited in what I can wear to work. Right now it’s a white scrub top with black pants and white shoes. No options. However, I usually wear crazy colors of eyeliner or eyeshadow, with matching cheap, neon earrings from a place like Claire’s. Every time I look in the mirror, those flashes of bright color remind me I’m not just like everyone else, and so far, patients have responded overwhelmingly favorably. When you’re in the hospital, you’re grateful for any little thing to break the monotony.
Outside the hospital, I think the way I’ve dealt with it is to find clothing that lies JUST OUTSIDE the norm. Not so “out there” that people would point and stare or worse, but something that’s very “normal”–except for the fact that it’s in a color no one would ever expect. Another way has been to wear exactly one thing that’s completely outrageous, and the rest of the outfit is normal. This usually makes people think I’m “quirky” or “fun” instead of “weird” or “bizarre”.
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July 14th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
those stories are awful :o
i’ve been much luckier. even with my waist-length pink dreads & piercings & tattoo & love of bright, ridiculous clothing, the worst i’ve gotten lately are nasty looks & kids (younger than me) pointing & laughing. nothing actually threatening or hostile.
now i seem to amuse & delight & inspire people more than anything. it was VERY different back in my goth days though.
& even though my parents don’t exactly love my style, they’ve come to accept it & haven’t yelled at me to put on something normal for years. but my mom still complains when i go out in a tutu or bloomers or anything she thinks i’m too old for (i’m 18) :p
oh, there is one thing that often scares me when i go outside, all dressed up. it’s the creeps i attract. the easiest way to deal with that would be to always have someone else with me, but i’m kind of a loner, don’t have many friends & often go out & travel alone, with public transportation. hopefully that won’t be a problem anymore once i have my license & a car.
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July 14th, 2009 at 9:29 pm
Really weird seeing so much about discrimination in Scotland, I grew up in a town outside Glasgow where almost everyone my age was a ned or a trendy and before I even started to dress differently I got hell because I wasn’t “one of them” i.e. I prefered reading and music to bullying and harrassing others. I think its weird since anytime you use the excuse “everyone else is” you get the uniform reply “if everyone else decided to throw themselves off a cliff, would you still want to?” then the second you just be yourself everyone starts bitching about you needing to conform with everyone else.
I have come to believe that being different rarely starts with how you dress, that is merely a side affect, if you’re already marked out as different, it is easier to be you than if you were seen as one of them, where changing can be seen as a betrayal and you may loose your friends and therefore be less inclined to do as you want.
Their opinions couldn’t mean less, I mean they must be very insecure if what they wear is dictated by what others think.
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July 14th, 2009 at 10:35 pm
It just baffles me that in this day and age people are STILL that closed minded!
I took my share of s**t from ignorant meat heads in the early 90s, but soooo much as changed since then. ‘Alt’ culture is so deeply imbeded in pop culture, business, and advertising these days. Look at Hot Topic, look at Suicide Girls, look at Ed Hardy! You’d think by now no one would care. But instead…
I really feel for those kids who wrote you. And I think your advice is dead on. Well said!
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July 16th, 2009 at 1:41 am
Please feel free to move to Portland Oregon I wear bright outlandish clothes all the time and barely get a second glance. Including to work at Red Cross.
We’re all weird and very accepting here.
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July 16th, 2009 at 12:54 pm
This was really something that made my day.
My husband and I live in a very narrow minded town in the south of The Netherlands, which poses as a tolerant country but is in fact the contrary, and we get sh*t about how we dress every goddamn day.
This issue almost had us considering dressing ‘normal’ to avoid any further verbal abuse, until I read this article just now.
I just want to thank you for addressing this issue and I guess thank fate for bringing this article to my attention at the right time.
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July 18th, 2009 at 9:26 pm
I don’t ‘dress’ outrageously or grab notice from my clothes. I like to wear very colorful eye makeup and that occasionally garners stares and even comments.
-I think I made a bagger girl at a grocery store feel intimidated ’cause she started talking to me about the high-end brand cosmetics she buys and how her friends don’t like how she wears her makeup but she likes it. (She was wearing ‘very’ bright pink eyeshadow that wasn’t well applied, and didn’t look good on her anyways, and her lipstick/gloss was close to the same shade and was a mucky looking mess on her lips.)
-I was polite and tried to compliment her, just to be nice. I wish I’d polite but honest and told her that those shades didn’t suit her. I next couple of times I saw her she was obviously watching me, but seemed to avoid my line when I was checking out with my groceries.
My problem though is my hair. I have very long, natural blond hair. I stand at 5′4 to 5′5 and my hair reaches the backs of knees.
More often than not I get compliments on my hair, but I also get alot of stares (which makes me uncomfortable), I’ve had quite a few woman, both close to my age and older (I’m 26) tell me that I should cut it short. One woman off-handedly commented that she’d cut my hair if she could. -These comments have repeatedly angered me, especially since I never asked their opinions.
I’ve had alot of men, generally African American and Latino, compliment me ALOT on my hair. But I one older black man took advantage. He was complimenting me on my hair while running his hand down the length. But then he copped a feel on my butt in the process. Scared me and I felt defiled. I didn’t know what to do or say so I walked away, told my girl-friends about it, and we avoided him ’till we left the store.
A couple of years ago I was at a Renaissance Festival, dressed in my Faire garb as a wench, and I had my hair down. Some young women decided to be stupid. In passing one of them commented to another girl, “How does she use the toilet and now shit on her hair?” But it was said with a really nasty tone.
- I didn’t personally hear it, a friend of mine did and told me about it moments later. I never got the chance to retort back, but it pissed me off.
I regularly have older women coming up and touching my hair, running their hands down/through it, etc.
-Doesn’t sound like a bad thing, but it’s quite uncomfortable at times. I don’t want to be rude to these kindly old women, but I also don’t want complete strangers running their ‘possibly’ dirty hands through my hair.
I get stopped quite often and asked the same inane questions about my hair all the time. I’ve recently started being asked ‘why’ I have my hair so long.
It’s not a religious thing or anything to do with beliefs or customs. I ‘like’ my hair this long. I think it’s beautiful, I like the feel of it, and it makes me a little different from everyone else. I feel that it’s an extension of my personality, honestly.
And I like the compliments I get because of it.
But overall, the majority of the comments and attention I get because of my long hair, makes me quite uncomfortable. I’m a quite and shy person. My fiance and I stick to ourselves, for the most part.
The attention and my feelings toward it will not induce me to cut my hair short though. I think I would be really upset with myself if I ever cut my hair short and it wouldn’t grow back.:(
Perhaps not the same kind of harassment and discrimination, but to me, it’s become a bit of the two as I do get singled out…for better or worse.
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July 18th, 2009 at 9:31 pm
Damn…just noticed all of the mis-spellings riddled throughout my post. I definitely should have proof-read it before posting. I apologize.:(
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July 19th, 2009 at 2:58 am
Megan,
Long hair is amazing! My Granny has long blonde hair also, and everyone at the salon I work at loved it when she came in to have it done.
However, it is very strange that people feel so comfortable touching your hair. How do you handle it?
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July 20th, 2009 at 5:26 am
I just discovered your site today, Doe, and was so happy looking at the photos of you at your fairytale picnic. Then I found this post and had to comment.
I moved to a very small town right before I began high school and right as I was starting to “find myself” – or right as I was looking around really hard in an attempt to figure out where I already was, anyway. I’d always gravitated to the goth aesthetic, and started dressing that way, since I was no longer going to parochial school and had that option.
I loved my clothes, and I bought everything with my own money that I worked hard for, taking great care with choosing pieces to spend my money on – lots of velvet, big stompy boots, retro heels, satin slippers, tights with fun colors and patterns (my favorite was a black pair speckled with beautiful cobalt blue butterflies), etc.
Unfortunately, that was intolerable to everyone around me, including school faculty, so I know how the lovely girl with the asshat for a teacher feels.
Being mocked by my “peers” was one thing – kids are cruel, and I could accept that, even though it was annoying (and sometimes physically painful, as I was attacked a number of times by other students, mainly the “jock” boys), but having to put up with it from people that were supposed to be authority figures and good role models was appalling.
Once, when a boy in my English class felt the need to hold forth for about 15 minutes on my freakish nature and innate worthlessness (only with less big words), the teacher stood by and not only listened without stopping it, but joined in to point out that if I would only just quit insisting on being so different, people might actually like me, or at least quit actively disliking me.
I was constantly being dragged into the principal’s office or made to go home for dress code violations, even though I always made sure that my clothing conformed to it in all ways (no sleeveless tops, skirts that reached past my fingertips, etc).
Then Columbine happened and it got even worse.
The harassment from other students changed radically – some kids got even worse/louder/more physical, while others took to flattening themselves back against walls when I’d walk down the hall, as if I were some kind of dangerous animal that might go berzerk at any time and start playing Duck Duck Goose with a chainsaw.
I even had a teacher’s aide (she actually liked me, haha) take me aside to warn me that a faculty meeting had been called to discuss me specifically – apparently, it was the opinion of many of the staff that if a Columbine were to ever happen at our school, I’d be the one responsible for it, so they’d better keep a closer watch on me.
And all that just because I liked to wear black and read books.
It’s about 10 years later now, and my personal style has fallen by the wayside. Single motherhood of two kids and life in general effectively squashed it – but I’ve recently vowed to get it back.
I want to dress myself beautifully like I used to. I want to be able to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and be happy with what I see again. And if I get weird looks for it or harassed again, I don’t give a damn. They can all go hang.
In fact, a huge shipment of new makeup just arrived, as did the most fabulous pair of red and black snake print skinny pants that I ordered on a whim, and I am going to glam it up right while I let my boyfriend take my fine rock star ass out to a Tori Amos concert next month.
So suck on that, close-minded turnips of years past. I’m setting phasers to FABULOUS. ;-)
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August 8th, 2009 at 6:32 am
Fortunately I live in a place where people are more open. I do not get jeers and jaunts when I walk the streets or the mall dressed in lolita. In fact, many people come up to me and tell me how pretty I am. I feel extremely lucky to live here.
I’ve been laughed at once, and that’s nothing compared to what others have been through. It just makes me so angry that people discriminate against what others WEAR. It’s too ridiculous. I don’t understand why people can’t just accept people who are different. Is it really so hard? To just look the other way? Ignore? But to feel the need to physically attack someone because of what they are WEARING… it’s completely beyond my comprehension.
Sometimes I really can’t stand the human race.
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