I had learned a lesson about Western culture: Women who wanted to be taken seriously were supposed to substantiate their seriousness with a studied indifference to appearance. For serious women writers in particular, it was better not to dress well at all, and if you did, then it was best to pretend that you had not put much thought into it. If you spoke of fashion, it had to be either with apology or with the slightest of sneers. The further your choices were from the mainstream, the better. The only circumstance under which caring about clothes was acceptable was when making a statement, creating an image of some sort to be edgy, eclectic, counterculture. It could not merely be about taking pleasure in clothes.*Pacific Standard - What to Wear?
... I dress now thinking of what I like, what I think fits and flatters, what puts me in a good mood. I feel again myself¡ªan idea that is no less true for being a bit hackneyed. I like to think of this, a little fancifully, as going back to my roots. I grew up, after all, in a world in which a woman¡¯s seriousness was not incompatible with an interest in appearance; if anything, an interest in appearance was expected of women who wanted to be taken seriously.
I find myself constantly trapped in a world where I desperately want to be judged by my work but at the same time, I want other people to think I'm pretty. I'm permanently berating myself for caring about my appearance, because I am aware on a mental level that to care at all is to be superficial. But at the same time, I find myself squirming uncomfortably when I run into someone at the supermarket when I'm a sweaty, disheveled mess... This cognitive dissonance is a state that most modern women inhabit all the time, but refuse to acknowledge. Instead, we talk and write and judge like we live in a post-superficial world. [...] It's a rare breed of woman who truly doesn't care about her appearance, and there are some women who only care about their appearance. But most of us fall in the middle -- wanting to be appreciated and loved and valued for more than how we look, but unable to completely expunge all interest in our outward image. If this is where most of us live, shouldn't we be asking for acceptance to be in this middle space?... Isn't it normal to hope that the picture of you is not taken from a horrible angle the moment you wake up and at the same time be concerned with society's obsession about the ubiquitous worship of an unattainable ideal of the female form?Sociological Images - The Balancing Act of Being Female; Or, Why We Have So Many Clothes (previously):
In order to move through most peopled societies, we are required to wear clothing. Nudist colonies aside, we¡¯ve all got to get dressed every day if we want to leave our homes for any reason... And in my opinion, since we¡¯ve got to get dressed anyway, we might as well do it expressively and in ways that feel good. I¡¯ve said it before, I¡¯ll say it again: Dress, grooming, and overall appearance constitute the first levels of information about ourselves that we offer to the observing world. They may not be the most important, but they are the first, which makes them worthy of effort and attention.Bridgette Raes - Are You a Devaluist and Don¡¯t Even Know It? (Guest Post):
...I¡¯ve already acknowledged that how you look isn¡¯t the most important thing about you... But thinking of your body as a brain-and-personality-holder strikes me as short-sighted. Consider this: Someone who focuses virtually all attention, care, and love on their body is generally considered to be vain. So why would focusing virtually all attention on your intellect, creativity, and personality be any less imbalanced? You¡¯re not a zombie ¨C a body that moves through life without a functioning brain. But you¡¯re also not a brain in a jar ¨C thinking and creating in the abstract alone. You have a body. As long as you are alive you will have a body. In fact, without your body, your intellect and creativity and personality wouldn¡¯t exist. Pitting your mind against your body is like cooking up a personal civil war.
There is nothing inherently sillier about being interested in fashion than being interested in sports, or about enjoying crochet instead of handcrafting chairs, or appreciating the aesthetics of makeup and well-made clothes instead of classic cars, or something.I don't know if you read the links, but an awful lot of those links are about how women experience fashion as a double-bind and a burden. Dressing the right way take huge amounts of effort, time, know-how, and money. Not dressing the right way can have very large social and economic consequences. This burden falls disproportionately on women who are already marginalized, as is described in many of the articles. If you're black or Latina, clothes that are taken as professional on white women are going to be read as inappropriately sexy on you. If you're poor, you can't afford clothes that will be read as professional. If you're fat, you can't find them. And yet you are responsible for how you dress no matter what, whether you want to be or not. This is not a burden that falls on men in the same way, because most men can easily dress appropriately without the same amount of time, money, effort and know-how. This has not a fucking thing to do with crochet or handcrafting chairs or sports or any other fun hobby that you can put away when you don't want to participate in it. It's about a system that oppresses women, some more than others. And the fact that some women personally like clothes is sort of not the point, or at least not the whole point. The point is that it doesn't matter whether any particular woman personally likes fashion, because fashion is an obligation that comes with being a woman. And it's an obligation that many of us cannot fulfill easily and some of us cannot fulfill no matter what we do.
Adichie's home culture is very different from yours and yours and yours. Perhaps all of these PoV's are new slices of feminism from a different dimension and angle, rather than a measure of right and wrong.Adichie is writing for American Elle, a fashion magazine that exists to sell things to American women, sometimes by giving them the same message that her own mother, she says, gave her: a woman who is not well-dressed does not even look like a person. Our humanity hinges on our ability to look well-dressed to the people who have been appointed arbiters of these things. Maybe in Adichie's home culture that's a totally benign idea. I doubt it, but maybe it is. In the pages of Elle, it's not. And I say that as someone who sometimes likes fashion and sometimes enjoys reading Elle.
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