Comforts and Philosophy
I don't know if I've mentioned this before (and why would I?) but I am not a fan of spaghetti noodles. I find them too thick which vaguely offends me. I much prefer vermicelli or angel-hair noodles. In fact, angel-hair pasta with almost any sauce on it is one of my greatest comfort foods. This past weekend I made a marinara sauce using the more expensive canned tomatoes and I'm sorry to observe that it is truly superior to the cheap brand I've been forcing myself to buy lately. So much so that I now can't go back to the cheaper brand whose slightly smoother texture and darker color and more muddled flavor I suspect is due to a much higher content of insect parts...just a theory of mine.
There are people out there who hate to be figured out. To be truly known. Who despise the idea of other people being able to predict anything about them. Who are obsessed with the idea that they are one big package of interesting human mystery. They like to confuse, confound, surprise, and defy classification. If you ask them a straight question they will give you a circuitous answer that leads no where. If you ask them if they're gay or straight they'll answer with "I find that all sexuality has its axis off-center from the societal expectation."
I just want to say that a) I classify such people as arrogant for thinking that their human heart beats any differently than the rest of mankind's and b) their very obsession with not being classified or labeled or known is a predictable pattern in itself.
I got to thinking about this particular type of personality while composing an article in my head for a fashion-only blog I'm working on developing. It arose when I suggested in my imaginary article that if you show me what you wear I can show you who you are. There are a lot of people out there (I've met many) who hate the idea that their choice in clothes gives anything away about who they are. It's nearly always intellectual feminists who claim the most vehemently that fashion doesn't matter, that it doesn't matter so much that they don't care at all about it and people who do are shallow inferior beings. Seriously, there are lots of people who think this.
Aside from the fact that I can't consider any garment which shields me from the cold or protects me against sunburn as being "frivolous". People need clothes not because of biblical shame but because most of us have ceased to live in super warm climates where all we need is a bit of loin cloth to keep the flies from biting our privates. Most of us require clothes to protect us from the elements. If we choose to take the opportunity to enjoy using these necessary objects as a vehicle of enjoyment, a way to celebrate texture, color, and beautify ourselves with all our little findings- it doesn't render the clothes less necessary.
But all of this is simply to say that I got to thinking how the people who vehemently despise the idea of their clothes being able to say something about them personally really have the same kind of personality that refuses to allow their choice in mate, literature, religion, job, or music define who they are. All these things do, in fact, tell a lot about who a person is. Just as clothes do.
Humans are, on the whole, pretty transparent. Sure, everyone has their secrets, the things buried so deep we can't detect them beneath the bucle wool coat. Even so, the person who protests the loudest about being labeled is often the most easily labeled. I think that's ironic.
Meanwhile...the general restlessness for spring is boiling over the ether. Everyone is drumming for sun and relief of this grey cold last stretch of winter. My season is approaching it's end which always makes me feel deflated and a little abandoned. I live on the hope for snow, which is now looking less and less likely. The air has been mild and my roses are enthusiastic about it. I planted some lettuce, some seed potatoes, and I watch my elderberry sprigs every day to see if they're making progress in rooting.
I do love spring. I have come to appreciate all the seasons of the year. Even summer (though it's the one I inevitably complain bitterly about while in the middle of the heat). But winter is my nucleus. The time I look forward to the most each year. So forgive me if I hold off a little on this chant for spring. I'm not done with winter yet. Yes, if I had thought more about it all I might have planned my move from California better- would have chosen a place which has a longer colder winter than I did. I didn't study topography closely enough. 12 hours north doesn't necessarily mean a bitter cold winter.
Ah well. I am not fighting life so much these days. Scrambling to hold everything together (as usual) and to move forward, but there is a better flow to our lives than we've had in a long time.
I hope you are all hanging in there, I know you are all holding your breath for spring (except for Kathy!) and it's coming. It really is. If you are feeling blue with cold then fix yourself up a hot cup of ginger tea with lemon and wild unpasteurized honey. It will revive your spirit and bring calm to your mind.

Comments (8)
I am not a fan of spaghetti, I prefer angel hair or vermecelli as well. I like to get (haven't gotten around to making my own) ricotta and add some to the hot pasta with some roasted tomatoes, garlic and mushrooms. Wow that sounds really good...I need to get some of the frozen roasted tomatoes out of the freezer I think.
As you know, I am not a fan of Winter but this year wasn't too bad. The lack of snow isn't a hardship for me, but I wish you could've gotten some up in your part of the state.
Posted by Tonia | March 3, 2010 1:13 PM
Posted on March 3, 2010 13:13
You're making me hungry!!
We did get one day of it and I'm so happy we got at least that much- and since we probably won't get more I'm even happier knowing that Max and I took advantage of it and ate lots of it and romped until we were soaking.
Your food sounds really good.
Posted by angelina | March 3, 2010 1:23 PM
Posted on March 3, 2010 13:23
Hmmm....lots to think about here.
While I don't try to be mysterious, I do have a contrary bone in my body and when people try to tell me who I am I can't help but want to prove them wrong. Besides I often find that people see me as they want me to be and that means they usually think I'm just like them. You know the type. The people who will tell you a racist or sexist joke, or assume you share the same religious or political views. As I've grown older, I've become less openly provocative and yet I'm still always on the lookout for people suppressing a wicked little smile and exchanging knowing glances.
As for fashion, what a sad disappointment I will be to you. I might even be one of those "intellectual feminists" (I was disappointed at the dig.) My feelings about clothes, however, are not political. It's not that I think that clothes are frivolous but that I rarely think about them at all. I have always resented having to spend any money on clothes. When I was younger and poorer it was because I'd rather spend the money on other things. And now, it's because I never got into the habit of clothes shopping and it's more a chore than a pleasure.
Currently I live in my cargo pants. I got 5 pairs at $2.49 each a few years ago and I can't stand wearing anything else because I need the pockets for glasses and phone. I wear a T-shirt (usually solid color, no design) or a sweatshirt. My shoes, which I bought 3 years ago, are badly scuffed and worn and I keep thinking I should buy another pair. Everything I wear, I wear for comfort. I have been mistaken for an old hippie (never was) and a homeless person (hope never to be).
My biggest problem with fashion is that now when I could afford to buy nice clothes, I no longer have the body to wear the kind of clothes I would like. And since I'm no longer employed, I don't have any reason to dress up. The trouble and expense doesn't provide equivalent pleasure for me. I receive more pleasure in other things.
Posted by mss @ Words Into Bytes | March 5, 2010 5:48 PM
Posted on March 5, 2010 17:48
I think I didn't paint my verbal picture well enough. A woman can be an intellectual feminist who doesn't care about clothes and I wouldn't make a dig at that in itself. Why should I care if you don't care about fashion?
I don't personally think anyone needs to care about fashion- I am simply saying that whether a person cares or not- their choice in clothing (fiber, color, cut, style) does say some things about who they are as a person at least at the moment they are wearing them.
What really chafes at me are the intellectual feminists who think that people like me (women who take an avid interest in clothes and adornment) are frivolous, shallow, and that our interest makes us somehow inferior.
I have been reading fashion magazines my whole life and I can't tell you how many people (mostly intellectual women) who have made snide comments about anyone being shallow enough to care about clothes.
The thing is, I am not a "fashionista". I myself adore cargo pants and comfort. I wouldn't be caught dead in a stiletto heal and right now I'm leading the frump brigade in Oregon.
My point in this fashion commentary is that our clothes tell a lot about us and I think it may be harder to see this from a current context-but how people have been dressing themselves has been reflective of our lifestyles, our fortunes, our self image as humans, and our innovation for thousands of years.
I also want to point out that I have never in my life been able to afford designer clothes and wouldn't have even if I could have because most of them don't design for my tastes- which doesn't stop me from enjoying details of their work.
I would have liked to study anthropology specializing in clothing.
Anyway- I hope I've painted a clearer picture of what I meant.
Posted by angelina | March 5, 2010 6:21 PM
Posted on March 5, 2010 18:21
We don't know about the rest of it, but had to comment on the very last paragraph. It has to do with the frequent coincidences that seem to be happening here, this time it's the ginger tea. We just went out and bought five pounds of ginger root to keep on hand for making ginger tea. Then we read your post where you mention ginger tea, this stuff happens all the time.
I was also surprised because when I was drinking the first cup, of the first batch, of ginger tea, I happened to be watching Gilligan's Island on dvd, and the Professor actually was mentioning something about Ginger! It is just spooky that's all.
Take care
J&J
Posted by Team Fuji | March 6, 2010 11:58 AM
Posted on March 6, 2010 11:58
What I wear at the moment is dictated by what I can fit my fat bum into and if I don't regain some self control I'll be wearing my pjs to take the children to school. Which is depressing when I have clothes in my wardrobe that I love but can't wear.
Posted by French Knots | March 6, 2010 11:52 PM
Posted on March 6, 2010 23:52
Clothing anthropology would be a pretty interesting study. I've always been quite interested in the history of various national costumes. Clothing affects posture and movement. When I dress up I have to assume the character of my costume be it a kimono or a business suit.
In trying to answer you question for myself and figure out what my clothes say about me, I suppose on the surface they currently say I'm very poor (which I'm not)--but the more accurate interpretation is that I'm the absent-minded professor type. However, anyone who knew me in my teens and twenties might be surprised to see how I clothe myself now. In those days I hated pants and wore floor length skirts (not-hippie ones) and capes (more pre-Goth, really). How does this change of costume reflect the changes in my life? Does it represent a certain resignation or conformity? Or just laziness? I think it mostly means I spend most of my time looking inward.
In my own experience I have never met a woman who considers fashion frivolous, even though in my working years I worked with many professional and geeky women. After 20 years of Martha Stewart's reign on the American home scene, I can't believe anyone still feels that homemaking and motherhood are held in contempt by those of us who had to slave for a wage to support our families. I thought we were all past that. From your descriptions of the small town you live in, I'm surprised you encounter it at all.
Austin is a very casual town where people will often go to even fancy restaurants in their running shorts and flip flops. Most of the year, it's too hot to dress up. If I lived in Seattle, I think I would take much pleasure in boots and woolens and more structured clothes.
Anyway, you do always bring up the most interesting topics. I like that you make me think about things.
Posted by mss @ Words Into Bytes | March 7, 2010 9:53 AM
Posted on March 7, 2010 09:53
resurrecting a post for you again.
I think that clothing says too much of who you are.
I used to dress vintage, before it was resurrected and I thought old clothes were great, I decorated myself with colored hair and make up and sometimes I still do. But mostly I am a cargo pants absent minded, possibly homeless style dress girl. I often wear men's clothes, or older not in style things. I am stripes and plaid, my mom says. i roll up my jeans like huck finn so I can walk barefoot in the grass, and I take my kid to school and even go shopping wearing M&M print pajamas...what does my wardrobe say about me? I don't care....It says I don't care, and I really don't...I think that if you are beautiful inside it shows in your eyes and in your smile, and people are always trying to look up our skirts anyways so I quit wearing them. Part of this is laziness, i think, as I so enjoy dressing up sometimes, and wearing nice, classic clothes...but on the surface, is where my personality shows, I really am the tomboy personality, that prefers boys cargo shorts past the knee, with a tank top, and flip flops....and that's ok too...I prefer to be this most days, and princess pretty for special occasions, so people can say stuff "she cleans up well" LOL
Posted by Misty Skye | May 19, 2010 1:17 PM
Posted on May 19, 2010 13:17