Fashion Is Evil

But we love being evil so it's okay >D. (Don't worry, I'm using "evil" facetiously here. Unless that worries you.)

Or maybe I mean style. I think style is what I mean. Aesthetics, not trends. It pleases me ever so much, and yet it's also incredibly indulgent and rather impractical. I don't exactly shirk my responsibilities for fashion or anything like that. And I try not to support companies that use unjust means to produce their product like forcing their employees to work in dangerous/poorly-maintained surroundings (not to mention unreasonably long/frequent shifts) and using toxic chemicals in the production of the garments and killing/abusing animals. Not like I can afford to buy much of those new--better to buy everything used and wash my hands of the suffering that made the clothes I wear daily. They're clean if my money didn't go to the selfish assholes who only care about maximizing their profits, right?

Sometimes I feel like it's a bit frivolous to have so much clothing--like they're just more possessions weighing me down instead of things that genuinely make me happy, although they often really do improve my mood even if it's a piece I've had for years. But every once in awhile I start to forget that and contemplate purging my wardrobe to the point of refining it into a kind of killer black uniform full of black turtlenecks and boots. Then I think of how long it took to amass what I have and it seems like getting rid of it would be such a waste, even if I somehow managed to not miss it.

I do so love getting the details of an outfit coordinated just right, which of course takes a variety of garments and accessories so I can keep doing it over again. And I love the decadence. Really decadence is a symptom of everything that's wrong with industrial society--but the undead vampires and resin dollies of lolita and the gloriously hollow, glitter-encrusted creatures of '70s glam are so intoxicatingly pretty. And if you can make everything in your life pretty, why should anything else matter?