How hard can it be to find a pair of plain simple actually made of cotton real denim jeans for women that have deep usable pockets that will hold car keys and cell phone etc.
Tina put up the following piece on her Blog the other day: Why can’t I find a pair of REAL DENIM Blue Jeans
I pretty much hate fucking spandex and I absolutely hate the thin-assed chintzy pseudo denim they are trying to pass off today.
I’d rather have a two or three pairs of real denim Levis or Lees with the same stitching and deep pockets one finds on guy jeans.
Funny thing is I could get real jeans made for women including plus-size women as recently as four or five years ago.
I know this for a fact as I have those jeans in my closet. It isn’t like something I imagined. I am in fact trying to find the same size and brand line as actual jeans in my closet.
The price naturally has gone up because the Wall Street Pigs are never satisfied and will bleed us until we are bled out.
But fuckshitpiss. I order a replacement for something that was once upon a time made in America, of real denim and cost far less and these pigs send me something made out of thin blue pseudo denim with spandex for that sexy 64 year old look. With pockets too shallow to hold my keys or cell phone. (Which BTY is a slim clam shell Samsung not some pocket computer Android/iPhone)
At this point I’m going to recommend Naomi Klein’s “No Logo”.
Branding… The idea of selling an image of a product instead of an actual product.
It goes deeper than not being able to find women’s jeans made out of actual denim, with pockets that you can put shit in, that aren’t filled with thigh hugging sexy spandex.
It is about being programmed to think the thoughts these fucking corporations want you to think in order to get you to buy the lowest quality shit they can peddle and go into debt slavery in order to buy it.
I used to understand this stuff. I used to be a hippie and have a bullshit detector that alerted me to corporations trying to get me to buy garbage.
Yeah, hanging out with other sisters who were in to fashion and looking “sexy” fucked with both my values and my bullshit detector. But I still had a tendency to snap back into awareness.
One day in the early 1970s, I was already post-op I was looking at make-up in San Francisco’s Macy’s. This good looking blond hippie guy, a passer-by whispered to me. “Buying make-up won’t give you better orgasms.” I shot back that “Buying make-up was my orgasm.” But afterwards I thought about what a total asshole I was and how he was right.
I moved to West Hollywood and became a denizen of Sunset Strip. Lead guitars, lead vocalists, cocaine, “ludes and Stevie Nicks Sunset Strip clothes.
But I found my way back through stopping the pills and powder, thought hanging out at the Women’s Building.
I came to realize the hippie guy who whispered that comment to me had given me one of the greatest pieces of wisdom imaginable.
Buying stuff you are told makes you sexy doesn’t make you sexy it just makes you a consumer of stuff the corporations tell you will make you sexy.
I remember a period in the 1970s when the “natural look” was in. I thought great, I haven’t worn a bra in years and when I bother my make-up routine takes like 30 seconds to toss on some blush and shadow. Except the corporations idea of the “natural look” required all sorts of expensive make up and barely there underwear.
The corporate idea of vintage clothing involved “inspired by new clothes” that cost a fortune and not shopping at thrift stores or even hip vintage clothes stores.
Over the last thirty years or so I have notices how image has become more important than the actual products.
Our lives as wage slaves are so fucking boring that now these corporations sell us the idea that their products equal independence, glamor, excitement. An ersatz reality as devoid of actual feeling as anything dreamed up by Phillip K. Dick for one of his novels.
“Brave New World” meets, “1984” meets “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?”
Instead of buying jeans you are buying an imaginary lifestyle. The product doesn’t matter.
Face it you aren’t going to look like the model in the magazine if you buy those jeans, you aren’t going to have the life that model has because the model doesn’t actually look like that in reality and unless the model is part of an elite few most likely the model does not live the way she or he is shown as living in the photograph. Remember the photograph of the model was probably Photoshopped to death.
The economy is based on you working like a slave and buying stuff of little value, then going out and buying more stuff. They will sell it to you below actual cost because when you use a credit card they make some 15 to 38 percent on top of the sale price through the financing.
Want to start a revolution?
Stop consuming so much crap. Demand and only buy things that meet your personal standards of quality. Say no to buying image instead of product.
Is an actual Louis Vuitton bag really worth ten to twenty times what a knock off bag goes for. Who are you actually hurting? Forget the bullshit lies they tell you. The sweatshop worker who made the Louie Vuitton and then two days later made the “counterfeit” go paid the same for making both, hell chances are that “counterfeit” was simply a bag that failed the Q/A process.
Better yet screw the Louis Vuitton all together. Get a ripstop messenger bag that costs thirty bucks and lasts forever.
I have a magic number for cars. It is the most important thing about any car I might think about purchasing. It isn’t the zero to sixty. The magic number is currently 40 as in miles per gallon highway. A car is a device to get me from here to there in reasonable comfort. While I have an eye for certain esthetics cars are not sexy. Cars are gender free. Having a big fast powerful car causes neither men nor women to have better orgasms.
I am not driving the car on a race course. While there are a few days a year when having four wheel drive might be nice having a Humvee or one of those huge Jeeps looks stupid.
Corporations have taken the sex out of sexy. Sexy is the image without the reality. The logo and brand without the reality of the product.
Maybe it is time to repurpose the 1960s slogan of “Turn on, Tune in, Drop out” Perhaps to day it would be better to “Turn off, Tune Out, Unplug , Start reading and thinking instead.
Perhaps it is time to start deprogramming ourselves from the tyranny of advertising using ideas such as sexy to sell us crap.
Time to get back to basics and consume fewer products and when we do buy something demand quality instead of a fucking logo.