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Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months - Oscar Wilde
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As a foreigner (American) living in Beijing, I get enough stares throughout the day as it is, simply for just being white. Never the less, I do sometimes hear comments whispered in Mandarin floating around about my clothing choice.
Chinese society, to an extent, looks down on individualism, or simply those who partake in subcultures or pursue interests that are outside of the "mainstream," so in turn, when I'm going around town, even in the quite modern parts of the city, being a foreigner clad in Rick, Julius, and Ann D never the less brings about a lot of confusion to the Chinese.
Fortunately, social harmony is priority here, and it's very seldom that you'll come across someone calling you out for your clothing choice. I believe they usually just assume that being foreign is justification enough for my wardrobe, haha.
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^ What a horrible person. How did you reply?
fmc: Yeah I frequently wear the same InAisce boots that are quite medieval, plus a quilted jacket so I guess it's a little agrarian. I tend to get 'Pirates of the Carribean' comments every now and then as well...street goth extraordinaire
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Originally posted by Illithid Dude View PostWore my Bleu Clair Waxed Denim Jacket from SS04 Strip today to school, and a girl in a Comme Des Fuckdown beanie and camo pants asked if I paid money to look like someone came on my jacket.Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months - Oscar Wilde
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Met a girl this summer. She was nice. But there was a small problem. She was leaning towards me when we spoke, a little too much, speaking with a slow, over-articulated voice. Every syllable were carefully pronounced, like she didn't really know the language. I tried to find signs, small signals that could tell me whether or not she was retarded. But the content of what she said made perfectly sense. She was a gifted woman. I was confused. Anyway. A couple of days later we decided to meet again. We met at a café. We hugged and started talking. But she continued to speak with this strange, toneless yet distinguishable voice. After a while I asked her about it: What's up with the voice? She looked at me, pointed at the string of the back of my BBS jacket and said: You had the same string on the shirt you wore last time. If I'm not mistaken that's a part of a hearing aid. You have a hearing impairment, right?The morning is not enough.
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Originally posted by destroymebaby View PostMet a girl this summer. She was nice. But there was a small problem. She was leaning towards me when we spoke, a little too much, speaking with a slow, over-articulated voice. Every syllable were carefully pronounced, like she didn't really know the language. I tried to find signs, small signals that could tell me whether or not she was retarded. But the content of what she said made perfectly sense. She was a gifted woman. I was confused. Anyway. A couple of days later we decided to meet again. We met at a café. We hugged and started talking. But she continued to speak with this strange, toneless yet distinguishable voice. After a while I asked her about it: What's up with the voice? She looked at me, pointed at the string of the back of my BBS jacket and said: You had the same string on the shirt you wore last time. If I'm not mistaken that's a part of a hearing aid. You have a hearing impairment, right?Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months - Oscar Wilde
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Originally posted by destroymebaby View PostMet a girl this summer. She was nice. But there was a small problem. She was leaning towards me when we spoke, a little too much, speaking with a slow, over-articulated voice. Every syllable were carefully pronounced, like she didn't really know the language. I tried to find signs, small signals that could tell me whether or not she was retarded. But the content of what she said made perfectly sense. She was a gifted woman. I was confused. Anyway. A couple of days later we decided to meet again. We met at a café. We hugged and started talking. But she continued to speak with this strange, toneless yet distinguishable voice. After a while I asked her about it: What's up with the voice? She looked at me, pointed at the string of the back of my BBS jacket and said: You had the same string on the shirt you wore last time. If I'm not mistaken that's a part of a hearing aid. You have a hearing impairment, right?
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