The Peevery

Peeves of Yore: Fashion Flubs Edition

For many years I have hated words on asses! I also do not support the wearing of white pants.

Four years ago Michelle bought into the poncho trend. When pregnant with the Peeved toddler, she also joined the crocs craze.  She's also against white shorts on pale people.

Melissa told Victoria a little secret about bra size.  Wouldn't they already know this?  She also was a tad unhappy with a fellow shopper who was trying on clothes.

Michael is a fashion critic, not believing that wife-beaters make an appropriate work outfit.  He also has struggled with a button question. 

Blaugra's fashion choices got her compared to Shania Twain.  Is this a good thing? She also only recently learned the meaning of camel toe.   

KtP flashed everyone in her stairwell when she wore her shirt inside out.  Is that a new trend?  She was also not fond of the convertible pants.  I think that's a style that's still going strong up here. 

Eye Candy Taking Over Tootsie Rolls For Halloween

It seems like I or another Peever has already written on this matter...I know I've Tweeted it, but it's got to be addressed again: When did Halloween become a day for all women (or teenage girls) to unleash their inner slut? While looking for a costume with my 8 year old son, I noticed that every single costume for a female included a short skirt and thigh highs. Slutty Nurse, Slutty Angel, Slutty Devil, Slutty Nun, Slutty Pilgrim, Slutty Police Officer....I could go on. The worse part? Every female looking at those costumes was most likely too young to vote.

Holy Shirt

My favourite black shirt has a hole just big enough to make it inappropriate for wearing at work but I love it so much that I decided to wear it with a cute little sweater vest overtop and now I'm so fricking hot I want to take the vest off but my damn shirt has a damn hole. Damn you Santa Monica and your nice weather.

Reformulation Redux

I've mentioned before how I hate it when a brand I like reformulates and ends up with something I don't like.  Currently I'm in hate with Lane Bryant's new Right Fit jeans.  At 5'7" I consider myself average height.  (PM will correct me and let me know that actually 5'4" or 5'5" is average for women but I still consider myself average height).  My new Right Fit jeans, length Average, are 2 inches too long for me.  I either end up walking on the backs like a stupidass teenager or I end up rolling them up like a totally nerdy stupidass teenager.  Either way, it pisses me off.

(And yes, they're probably designed like that to be worn with heels, but seriously, how many of us regularly wear jeans with heels?)

Dichotomy

On the one hand I find it insane how much food is sold at the drug store.  On the other I'm a little bit peeved when they don't carry what I need for dinner tonight.  I can buy taco seasoning and taco sauce but no taco shells?  What's that about?

Open Peeve Friday: "Why don't you just start to expect it on Monday?" Edition

Andrea has a couple peeves this week:

Why are my feet all of a sudden touching the footboard on my bed? Have I suddenly grown? I don't think so. All my clothes still fit fine. Dammit, now I have to start looking for another bed without a footboard.

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To All The RV Drivers:

Please don't pull Prius' behind you. You are not fooling anyone into thinking you are looking out for the enviroment. It also does not mean you get to feel better about driving and RV. Good lookin out dude.

Thanks.

Amy M. has a peeve:

If you choose to be a smoker, fine. But when you choose to smoke on the playground where my children are playing? Not fine. Seriously, who consciously lights up around kids? Oh yeah, you actually do - unfortunately, you have kids of your own.
-Amy M., the adamant anti-smoker*

*No offense to any Peevery peevers or readers who smoke. I know YOU do not light up around kids...

Erin has a peeve:

Strap Me Down

Here in the South, women are still wearing spaghetti strap tank tops with their bra straps showing. Ladies, they make this garment called the STRAPLESS bra so we don't have to see your regular bra straps. It looks trashy. Oh, and the bras with the "clear" straps? We can still see them!

She's Copying ME, Dammit.

I have to get new glasses and I have to get them now, because my current frames bear an uncomfortable resemblance to Sarah Palin's. 

Why Isn't There a Category Called 'Life?'

I'm shamelessly copying Jen#43529802:

1. I took my car in today for her 30k checkup. The pricelist said this will cost me $549.00. What a rip-off.

2. I walked in from having a smoke and my shoe broke, rendering it COMPLETELY unwearable. I walked barefoot to and from a meeting, anticipating my AVP around every corner.

3. The dealership called and says I need two new tires. Their price? $540. They aren't sure if any of this is covered under my tire/hubcap warranty, since that was purchased at a different inventory. Not exactly sure why that matters...

4. I am dating a boy who lives in what is seriously the hardest place to get to. (Notice I didn't say literally?) While I like the dude a lot, it kills me to pay $500 to spend a couple days with him.

5. I ordered new contacts yesterday. Why? Because I lost one, and it made more sense to get two new (with updated prescriptions and new can-be-slept-in material) than just one.

6. I am relatively certain that I left the ground turkey that was going to be tonight's dinner, on the counter last night. I'm also pretty sure it's defrosted by now.

Business Casual Is Neither

I come from a family of rather conservative dressers, so I have long despaired of the recent bare-legs-and-flip-flops-with-suits trend in women's professional dress.  Yesterday's sighting, though, leaves my previous notions of tackiness whimpering in the dust.

A youngish man was strolling down a downtown sidewalk, wearing navy-blue suit trousers, a well-pressed light-blue dress shirt, a striped tie...and brown leather MANDALS on his otherwise bare feet.  The bag he carried (which I believe is called a "murse") did not look big enough to contain socks and normal office-type shoes. 

I cannot shake the image of one of his colleagues washing those mandaled feet and drying them with her hair.  Totally beyond eeeeeuuuuw.

One last thing I hate about today

I'm wearing this shirt and since my black bra is now in the trash (see peeve below, #4), the bra I am wearing totally does not work with the shirt.  You can totally see it peeking out on the sides.