Are You Smarter Than A Fashion Blogger?

Probably.

Then again, The Blonde Salad's probably not all she's not chalked up to be. so

beware.

In truth (and maybe I'm [definitely] biased here), I think it takes a fair amount of intelligence in order to hold one's own in the fashion blog-o-sphereo.

Note I didn't not say "to blog". Obviously, any monkey with a mac can toss their two cents into the ether, but it takes a special breed of entrepreneur to convert their material obsessions and inklings of narcissism into monetary (or at least social) success.

(Note 2: This is in no way self-aggrandizing. I am poor.)




I realize a platinum blonde bowl of leafy greens hardly canonizes intelligence; but I don't think you'll deny the fact that the ability to transform what was a beautiful face and a below-average blog into a global sensation does.

Which brings me to my main, (very very very) oft-asked, but rarely-answered question: Why does everyone and their mother think that they're smarter than a fashion blogger?

Well, I can't answer it for you, but I certainly can draw up some totally un-subtantiated conclusions based on no real evidence whatsoever (i.e. what I assumed before starting a blog).

#you'rewelcome

I think our first problem is the word "blogger".

In general, bloggers are seen as fans and devotees of true professionals. The man's creations trickle down to our little laptop screens for us in our dingy too-small apartments to regurgitate or filter, at best.

The word also inherently connotes an amateur status. 

When was the last time you heard of an ultra-celebrity shunning fame and fortune only to return to her 2-D, selfie-centered blog.

"Those who can't be, blog."

So obviously all of us are desperate enough to try, but not talented enough to succeed.

Second, 

any women interested in clothing and shoes is clearly shallow and dumb.

Even when the ensemble is relatively tame (hey, I'm wearing a blazer!), anything beyond a simple pants suit seems to connote some sort of underlying lack of intelligence. 

What confuses me is why when men are passionate about clothing, they're not "stupid", they're narcissistic. 

Their interest in sartorial materials seems to be construed as tactful and self-centered, while ours is merely frivolous.

Maybe the issue lies in the misconception that an interest in material clothing goods correlates to an obsession with appearance. 

With ourselves.

Those who use clothing as a tool to propel their own careers, relationships, etc (like the men mentioned above) assume that our intentions are the same - That our use of clothing is for narcissistic purposes.

But I derive just as much joy from seeing a beautiful sketch, oggling a perfectly-tailored runway ensemble, or dressing a friend, as I do from cladding myself in such wares. 

More so, in fact. 

So would you assume, then, that an artist was emotionally infatuated with his or her blank canvas?

A sculptor with a chunk of stone?

boots: Jeffrey Campbell, pants: BDG, blazer, H&M, shirt: Gap

Probably not. 

The fact that the canvas is ourselves is coincidental, 
and women who approach clothing like this use it as a form of self-expression, rather than as a means to an end. (Unless of course, you decide to devote your life to your art, in which case you Blonde Salad, Man Repeller, Fashion Toast-it up and succeed at world domination.)

So instead of walking around holding a canvas, 

or dancing on point shoes, 

or playing the violin, 

we walk around in Alexander Wang heels with Proenza Schueler bags 

(in our dreams, of course).

Thank god, too.

'Cause I suck at the violin.

Cheers.


PS: feel free to disagree with me. maybe you do think that fashion bloggers are dumb. 
I won't be offended. 
Well, I probably will. But lay it on me anyways. 

PSS: I'm kind of done with all that stupid reward style stuff. If you guys would like to know where to find something, e-mail me, or I can link to things if anyone asks.