You've got 2 choices: madonna or whore

Okay, while we’re on the subject of clothes, and office clothes for women, let’s talk about my main pet peeve. Sexy and the office worker. I am so sick of fashion pushing a “sexy” look for the office. It’s like every outfit has a sexy twist. “Oh, here’s a business jacket that you can throw a sexy little cami under!” Where do you work? They talk about people who do that in my office. We’re talking about clothes that I’ll wear to make a living. Uhm. I’m not a prostitute. My wage earning in no way is reliant on my looking like a hot prospect. There are a lot of things I can be concerned with during my work day. Sexy ain’t one of them. I got stuff to do.

Here are the things I do need my office wear to project:

Professional
Approachable
Clean
Appropriately fitted

Here are the things that I would like to have in addition:

Pretty
Friendly
Comfortable
Attractive (as in people will want to talk to me, not as in people will want to jump my bones)

But also, uhm, I’m not a nun. I do not need to look entirely sexless either. It’s a new day in America, and I do not feel the need to look like a man. I can look like a woman. I just don’t need to look like a woman looking for a good time. No sexy librarian. No executive/dominatrix. No lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets. No “lingerie inspired” casual Friday. My private life is my private life and my business life is my business life.

So where are the clothes that live in the borderland between sexy and sexless? It’s not like it’s a tiny target. There’s a big difference between a wimple and ho gear. You’d think it would be easy for designers to just whip out something that would fall anywhere in that area. But from the shopping I've been doing, apparently not.

Off the shopping list.

Okay, I know I’m harping on the skinny model thing. But here it is again. From Tommy Hilfiger’s last show at Bryant Park. This young lady is wearing a cabled turtleneck sweater, paper-bag waist shorts and ankle-length, hiking-styled boots. And she still looks painfully thin.

Do you know what would happen if I, a normal-sized woman, tried to wear this outfit? I would look like somebody needs to tie ropes to my wrists and lead me down 5th Avenue at the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade. Balloon city. H. R. Puffenstuff. I would have to be eligible for a 72-hour psychiatric hold to think that in any way, shape or form I would look good in that outfit.

Which leads me to believe that Tommy Hilfiger clothes are not cut for one such as I. Why would I even look at their clothes? And in a mass market brand, to be removed from the mental shopping list in one image is probably not a good sales ploy. I’ve bought Hilfiger in the past. But now I’m thinking they are going in a direction that I (and my normal-sized butt) can’t follow. I don’t think every line is for me. Bebe, Juicy Couture, L.A.M.B, anything from the Olsen twins. Too young, too thin, too pricey. But Hilfiger is a brand that’s built its empire on being something anyone who is deluded enough to think they can “pull it off” with a youngish, preppy-ish, hip-ish look. That would be me. And a lot of other middle-aged people.

And I can be fooled by a size 6 into thinking “I might look good in that outfit”. Maybe even a size 4. But a girl who the size 0 probably hangs on? Nope. Sorry. Deluded, but not that deluded. And I wouldn’t even want to try. Not to be that thin, or to buy those clothes.

Studly muffins

Well, so cutting down on processed foods has been a big “yes”. Part of the reason is that it has been cool enough to bake, so I’m not starving. Yesterday, I didn’t have time for a yeast bread to rise, so I made muffins. They were to go with chicken soup, so I wanted a less sweet, dinner roll type bread. I think my tweaks worked pretty well. The original recipe is from Mark Bittman (my kitchen hero at the moment – his “How to Cook Everything” is my new sacred tome) on his New York Times blog for “Whole Wheat Muffins”. Quick, yummy, and, if you use the muffin tin liners, very little clean up. And nothing really screwball in the ingredients. I’m beginning to hate people who toss off things like squid ink or taro flour like I have that in the pantry. Um, no. Actually. I have blue food coloring and flour flour in the pantry. How ‘bout them apples, fancy pants?

Anyway. On to the muffins . . .

Whole Wheat Sweet Potato Muffins
Time: 35 to 45 minutes
Yield: 12 to 15 muffins

• 1/2 cup melted unsalted butter, more for greasing tins
• 2 1/2 cups whole wheat flour, preferably pastry flour
• 1/4 cup sugar
• 2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
  1 teaspoon ground ginger
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1 cup mashed or puréed sweet potato
• 1 egg, beaten
• 1/2 cup buttermilk

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees and grease two 6-cup muffin tins or fill with liners. In a large bowl, mix together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt. In another bowl, whisk together the melted butter, banana, egg and buttermilk. Fold wet mixture into dry mixture and stir until just combined.

2. Fill muffin tins or liners; bake for about 25 to 30 minutes, or until muffins are puffed and turning golden brown on top. Serve warm if possible.

In just a moment

A young woman in my town died last week. She was a freshman in high school, whose boyfriend was put off a school bus for fighting over a cell phone. She followed (to help? to watch the fight? without much thought as to why at all?), fell, and was killed instantly under the wheel of the bus.

That kind of thing shouldn't happen. One thoughtless action shouldn't be fatal. We should all get those extra seconds that allow us to step back and think. We miss an elevator. A friend calls our name. The bus door jams. And 3 seconds of thought make a new choice.

If the water had been a bit colder the night Jeff Buckley died swimming in the Mississippi he might have stood ankle deep in the water and thought, after a moment, "maybe not." And turning back, he might have had a Johnny Cash-long career, fumbled his way through greatness and failure, and have written and recorded music that a 1,000 years from now some teenager on a spaceship faraway would listen to and love. But the water was warm, and it happened the way it happened. And it was one tiny choice that shouldn't have been fatal, but was.

And would that young woman have had the possibility of something remarkable? We don't know. She was too young to even guess. Those 3 seconds never came. That fleeting thought that would have kept her in her seat. The jammed bus door or the voice of a friend that would have come between her and a something so momentary it could hardly even be called a choice, but turned out to be fatal.

Politically correct? No. Funny? Hell, yeah.

http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/02/18/family-guy-voice-actor-says-palin-does-not-have-a-sense-of-humor/?no_interstitial

I make no bones that I don’t like the Family Guy. It works my last nerve. And it’s just one more thing to dislike Sarah Palin over that I feel the need to come down on the FG’s side in defense of the First Ammendment.

But turns out that I don’t have to! The actress in question, who happens to have Down’s, is doing just fine on her own. If Sarah Palin (fluffball* Republican extraordinaire) gets taken down by a woman with Down’s Syndrome, I will laugh myself sick. It just seems so . . . fitting. In so many ways.

I especially find it funny that Palin was too mad to issue the full response for her family herself, so she had her daughter Bristol do it. You can just see her as President, “Ooooo, I’m so mad at the Russians. Bristol! Handle it!”

* Really, she is a fluffball as far as Republicans go. If you aren't good on any of the issues that I usally rely on Republicans for (foreign policy, deficit, a wide stance . . . on the issues), what good are you to me? Fluffball.