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Sometimes when you’re depressed that’s an accomplishment.Or at least clean ones.
Sometimes when you’re depressed that’s an accomplishment.Or at least clean ones.
Some years ago, I was talking to a friend and the question came up of what to wear to an event at the college president’s mansion (a common venue for college events). (Our area is in the South, one of those places, where as they say, there are more Baptists than people.) Friend said, “Just wear what you wear to church!” and I suddenly realized the breadth of the cultural gap between us. As we all know from the many CAF threads on the topic, Catholics and Northerners are capable of wearing ANYTHING to church, so that advice conveyed exactly no information to me.It’s funny to me because I grew up in the South but no one where I lived ever dressed up.
This part of your post jumped out at me. I remember being a teen and really up until recently when my mom was able to go shopping with me. My mom would always point out a nice simple dress and say, “Oh this would be nice for Mass.” It was so common that when my sister and I shop we use that phrase.Some years ago, I was talking to a friend and the question came up of what to wear to an event at the college president’s mansion (a common venue for college events). (Our area is in the South, one of those places, where as they say, there are more Baptists than people.) Friend said, “Just wear what you wear to church!” and I suddenly realized the breadth of the cultural gap between us. As we all know from the many CAF threads on the topic, Catholics and Northerners are capable of wearing ANYTHING to church, so that advice conveyed exactly no information to me.
The attitude I think I was most trying to criticize is the one that says, “Mom should wear rags while the rest of the family has normal clothes.” And yeah–keeping from going ragged is surprisingly difficult, even in these days of inexpensive basic clothing. Stuff just wears out and there are a million other demands on the family budget other than making sure that mom’s underpants don’t have holes in them.
Funny!This post struck a chord with me. Although I am old enough to be the parent of most of you on this thread, I still follow my DM’s advice not to leave the house unless I looked good enough to run into the man I didn’t marry.
We are not islands, though. You grew up with a different group norm, and your choice isn’t as individualistic as it might feel to you on a day to day basis. Same for all the rest of us with dress. The part of the South where I come from, people helped each other meet the group norm that was fairly formal. They didn’t just expect you to manage it on your own if you were overwhelmed. If you had money to hire help, the people you hired, part of their job was to make it possible for you to maintain the necessary clothing and looks.It’s funny to me because I grew up in the South but no one where I lived ever dressed up. I guess in the mountains we did things different. I’ll be honest, dressing up was done but since I’ve lived so many other places now I see that our dressing up is nothing like many other places dressing up. If we were clean and fairly neat we were dressed up. I no longer think of us as dressing up when we do it, especially after living in Italy.
My whole point on this thread is that these discussions just highlight one more way we as women make things tough on ourselves. We worry so much about getting judged and at the same time we judge ourselves (and others) based on some standard that some authority (often self proclaimed) decides we are supposed to measure up to. There really is no right or wrong. It is very much an individual preference. If you feel better and more productive, prettier, energetic or whatever dressed in a certain way, or with your hair done, or with make up that is fine. That is exactly what you should do. That does not mean the rest of us are lazy, depressed, or less worthy of respect.