I’ve been throwing on this and that over the past several days, trying to wrap my head around why I bother. I bother, I guess, because everyone has to play at some point or another. i’m not sure I can go much deeper into it than to explain that I like to play. I like doll houses and I like stylin my virtual representation of ego.
So there. That’s about it. And here she is in a hunt item that is looking way hipper than a lot of hunt looks can manage. Nice job Fabienne Bolissima Couture.
Hat & Helmet: Drowsy – BP* tanken helmet net w/braid – reopening gift
I can’t do role play. I’ve decided that I really don’t have the constitution for it. In the middle of it, I find myself just wanting to say, “Oh come on… really?”
That said, I guess if I am being “real” with myself, I have to admit to “roleplaying” all the time in SL, because Etoile is someone who is somewhat different than the woman behind the curtain, as they say. It doesn’t become an issue, because I basically just go about my business in world and never let questions of identity be raised about me. I don’t stick around long enough for that to happen. I have a momentary desire to play at some sort of make believe thing, but it doesn’t last long and by the time I log in again, whatever avis I’ve picked up along the way as “friends” are pretty much forgotten about.
I’m a virtual sociopath. Nice. That must be Etoile’s roleplay.
The Back Story. Carrot, neon or otherwise, doesn’t trigger quite the screed-writing mood I was in last week with pink. For those who dig the social commentary, that sucks. For those who prefer looking at the pictures without having to wade through lengthy critiques on gender constructions, or whatever, this is their lucky day!
Hair: Tiny Bird – Wild Horses in “deep warm black” – store closed
Hair Piece: Tokidoki – Ruf Ribbon in “light flowers”
I didn’t run screaming at the thought of pink. I rather like it, although I am awfully tired of way it is used to symbolically “honor” women and “show we care” about them. Slap on a pink glow necklace, and there you go, steroidal baseball guy… proof that you “honor” your mother. What more would you ever need to do? Think of women as equal? Not relegate any woman who isn’t a mother to a lower status? Stop it with all the symbolic “honoring,” and let go of your desperate death clutch on the meaningless reigns of patriarchal power?
Nyah… why would anyone want to do that when merchandisers can just sell folks a bunch of pink crap, and it’s all good? “I honor women… see… I’m wearing pink!” ‘kay, ‘kay, ‘kay, whatever.
Evidently, I have something of a love/hate relationship with pink. Its feminized symbolic construction bugs me. At the same time, girly pink is really appealing. At the same time, it’s such a trivialized color, and thus symbolically trivializes and marginalizes women, and I hate that. And what do I go and do for this challenge? I went total femmie-girly-girly.
How funny is this? I originally put this together for a possible contender in last week’s Tangerine challenge. I opted for a different look, but figured I could put this up as a mid-week post. Serendipity works in mysterious ways.
Hair: Tiny Bird – By & By in “warm black” – Store now closed