The single strangest reaction I’ve seen thus far to the devastation of Sandy comes from Laura Wood, the genteel bigot and feminism-hater who blogs as The Thinking Housewife. After looking through a gallery of photos on the Daily Mail showing some of the damage in New York city, Wood suggested that the real problem is that New Yorkers aren’t wearing cheerful enough clothing:
THESE Daily Mail photos of New York City after the hurricane remind me of just how ugly the streets of Manhattan are, with almost everyone dressed in drab, uninteresting clothes that rival the uniforms of Maoist China for their homogeneity and lifelessness. America is one of the most aesthetically impoverished nations in history. I wonder how many thousands of people are on medication because they are depressed by their own clothes and their ugly, hostile environments, surrounded as they are by impersonal denim, sneakers with tire treads, plastic-covered down jackets, billboards with oppressive smiles, and the austere, chilling cliffs of modern skyscrapers. This is the environment of a people that idolizes equality and sameness. The only way to survive amid such poverty is to possess an interior castle, a place of tapestries and mahogany where denim and sweat jackets are nowhere to be seen.
Just make sure this castle of yours isn’t reduced to rubble by 85 mile-an-hour winds and flying debris.
Speaking of New York, here’s an interesting (if a bit shaky) video of a walk through that city’s dark streets after the hurricane hit.
What kind of idiot wears a button-down to go hiking?
I’m not impressed by the style of either Laura or her commenters. What a dull-looking bunch.
I’ll refrain from bagging on Laura’s style, I’ll just say I am underwhelmed.
Cassandra, that idiot probably wears the wingtips for his hikes, if he’s wearing Oxford button-downs hiking–tucked in, of course.
It’s all very ye olde days, reminds me of a particularly annoying British colonial type that tended towards cucumber sandwiches and full evening dress even when it was 115 degrees and there was a sandstorm/monsoon/tiger trying to eat them and a group of locals pointing and laughing.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
My roommate used to wear full sleeve button downs on hikes because he was so scared of poison ivy and whatever else you can get attacked by in the woods.
Maybe their hurricane tuxedos and gowns were at the cleaners.
Really, it’s late October in NY and there was a hurricane. WTF do these bozos expect people to be wearing?
What kind of idiot wears a button-down to go hiking?
The kind that might define ‘hiking’ a little differently than you do. Some people’s hiking is other people’s pleasant stroll through the woods to get to the actual hiking.
And all of those people look appropriately dressed for inspecting the wrath of Poseidon. When it comes time for offering a sacrifice to appease him, I’m sure they’ll go home and change.
EEB – and they’re pig-ignorant if they think the Victorian upper classes were sparkly clean, however many servants they had. Take London for example: it was notoriously filthy, not least because of the coal dust that got in everywhere. There was a reason aspidistras were so popular as indoor plants: they were among the few that could survive the dust and fug in the houses. There was no adequate shampoo, so hair was never what we’d call clean, although I daresay by the standards of comfort and cleanliness it wasn’t noticed. Dresses had “dress protectors” with them – pads to insert in the armpits to soak up sweat, and detachable hems that could be washed. It wasn’t just street filth, either. Baths were a major effort, with most houses not having water (or not hot water) laid on upstairs; even for those that did, the water still had to be emptied from a portable tub and carried down in buckets. Hot baths were looked on with suspicion and even cold ones certainly weren’t a daily thing. Those beautiful clothes were stained, darned (yes, even upper class clothes got mended) and probably didn’t smell too great, since washing – for those that could be washed at all – was problematic, to say the least. Even flopping down in bed was not that great. Bedbugs were everywhere – Jane Carlyle catalogues her war with ’em.
There are some great books on Victorian homes and furniture that are very good social histories – two in particular I like, The Early Victorians at Home by Elizabeth Burton, and <The Victorian House by Judith Flanders. What a pity none of these oh-modern-is-so-horrid nitwits bothers reading things like that.
Oh, and I’m typing this while wearing a pair of crappy, damp, brown trakkies and an equally damp ratty tee, because I’ve been cleaning the bathroom (where do six months go?). And guess what, I’m not depressed, which may just have something to do with the fact that my home hasn’t been destroyed, nobody I know is missing or dead, I’m not living in a disaster zone and I’ve got power, so had toasted muffins for lunch, rather than the state of my clothing.
Cucumber sandwiches are all right. The rest of it reminds me of what my Urdu-speaking associates called “dead Britisher clothes”.
Everyone’s a fashion critic. In Laura’s defence, I don’t think she was making a point about how New Yorkers should dress after a natural disaster, but how they dress normally. That said, this does seem a like a strange time to choose to make that point.
As far as the Raj goes, the British men buttoned up and stank, but the ladies rather quickly adopted soft cottons and wash silks, which couldbe regularly given to the dhobi. Quite a number of Subcontinental manufacturers and retailers have featured simplified, soft, clothes with that Indo-Victorian influence, but aside from the silk kurtas, which were quite colorful, a lot of the items were either khaki or white.
(After the floods in Brisbane people were milling around the city in gum boots and mud-splattered jeans and big gumby hats, the result of having bussed-out to help with the clean-up. I don’t know how chic that is, but it was the most heart-warming fashion I’ve ever seen. The photo of the power-point tied to the gate for passers-by to charge their mobiles had the same effect on me. It’s a bit “first world problems”, but also overwhelmingly “everything’s going to be alright because people are lovely”).
Nerdypants – she’d hate Melbourne, where black is so predominant! 😀
Gee thanks Kitteh, now I want Crinolines and Crimping Irons: Victorian Clothes: How They Were Cleaned and Cared . Darn it.
“To Kill a Mockingbird” she reminds me of Ms. Dubose if she Ms. Dubose knew how to use the internet. She hates everything and everyone, race, color or creed. She hates pizza. She thinks fundraising for breast cancer is a bad idea
Clothes in New York? Drab? Uninteresting? Homogeneous?
…yeah. I got nothin’. That’s nothing I’ve ever even heard of before. I think she just really wanted to compare NYC to Maoist China, and she was just looking for some bullshit excuse to do it.
Oooh, I could do with that book too, princessbonbon! It could squeeze in with all my other historical fashion books. 🙂
I went through quite an 1850s phase years back when I was making clothes for <a href="this little person.
Christ. I lived in New York for six years (only moved out a couple of months ago). I have so many friends who have been displaced from the weather. Seeing pictures of my beautiful city flooded out makes me want to cry.
New York is a vibrant place. Yes, there’s a lot of black clothes, but there’s also a lot of really classic, whimsical, offbeat clothing choices on a consistent basis. And more than that, there’s a permissive “anything goes” attitude. I used to love walking around New York; you’d see some strangeness, and learn very quickly not to be shocked by it. And when shit hits the fan, New Yorkers watch out for each other, which is why I love the pictures of restauranteurs cooking free food outdoors for passers by.
I think the Thinking Housewife needs to pull the stick out of her ass. She should be so lucky to call a place like New York home.
Bugger, the links didn’t work. Photobucket’s having troubles. Let’s try this …
Miss Dinah
@ The Kittehs’ Unpaid Help
That’s a great point.
I swear, whenever I hear people talk about “the good old days” it makes me weep for our educational system. Only the seriously uneducated could genuinely wish they lived back then. Even if you clarify that, no, we want all the modern technology and medical care, we just want the same culture and values….well, I think a person has to either be incredibly ignorant about history (even just as far back as the 1950s), or incredibly racist, sexist, homophobic, abelist, and completley deviod of any empathy for the poor, to wish society would go back to holding 1950s (or 1850s) values. I don’t really see any middle ground, there: ignorant or asshole are the only options.
Dr. Dobson wrote an article that I remember reading when I was a kid, and even at 12 or so I still knew it was total bullshit. In it, he imagined a conversation between himself and a man from 1895. 1895 Man was sadly horrified by how terrible Modern Man was, how he had stopped protecting the women and children, had stopped doing his Manly Christian Duty to protect the home. Even as a kid I thought it was the stupidest thing I’d ever read. Like, I’m sure the kids losing fingers and limbs in factories or dying in coal mines felt totally loved and protected. Any ten-year-old with the Samantha American Girl books could tell Dobson he was full of shit.
Wait, NYC is full of people wearing drab, boring clothing?
That’s it, now that Bloomberg’s cancelled the NYC marathon, he needs to replace it with the return of Wigstock.
Gods, yes. I’m not that familiar with US history but I bet the matters of hygiene, industry and the lack of protection for workers and consumers (the same people, obviously – they get you coming and going) were similar to what was going on in England. No way would I want to be subjected either to the physical environment (death by arsenic-impregnated wallpaper, anyone? No? Industrial diseases for factory workers? What, no takers?) OR such an extreme patriarchy.
Hmm, photo sites out of whack, no great surprise there … let’s see if this works for showing the crinoline dress I was trying to link to before.
http://imgbox.com/aco3UuDV
So it seems she’s really just mad that women don’t wear dresses and men don’t wear suits all the time. Hurricane or not, whatever, she just loves the idea that everyone should wear a mid calf or longer length dress or a 3 piece suite (carefully sticking to your gender’s dress code of course). It is awkward at best that she tried to shoehorn the hurricane into her ridiculous commentary.
Because I doubt the fact that bright colors, various styles and cultural influenced dress that flourishes in New York (and most big cities I’d say) has any affect. She doesn’t want culture and colors and variety, she wants black and white 1930s-50s conservative imaginings. Makes me kind of sad for her (as many of her opinions do).
Yes, anyone talking about “the good old days” as far as men’s clothes are concerned would want to go back to the 1840s at latest for any colour or splash. After that, suits became deadly dull in colour and cut.
Me, I like the 1630s French fashions for men the best. 🙂
Let me guess – the Stinking Housewife would just love to celebrate lots of new Congolese-Americans wearing their beautiful multicolored gowns and headdresses up in Harlem. But oops, oh yeah – not exactly!