I like dressing like a boy.
I didn't always feel that way,
and I won't always feel that way . . .
But right here.
Which is why I'm particularly fond of Pocahontas hair.
Aside from the fact that I am, as you know, pathologically obsessed with the the idea of Pocahontas and all the colors of the wind that she stands for,
I happen to also be relatively partial to making it clear that I am, in fact, a woman.
"Female", I should say. Woman might be pushing it.
Even so, lately it's been mildly difficult to tell.
Boyfriend jeans, oversized blouses, chunky boots, men's beanies . . .
I'm certainly not making this easy on myself.
So I rely on a steady and low-maintenance crutch-
The massive mane atop my likely-lopsided head.
Just image these photos sans silky (jk they're not) locks.
Don't tell me you wouldn't wonder.
It's got me thinking, though.
How many of our style choices are made because of gender stereotypes?
If I didn't have a distinct vision in my head of how "femininity" was supposed to feel, would I chop off my hair and call it a day?
If Pocahontas had had a shaved head,
would I still feel compelled to "balance" my masculine wardrobe out with my hairstyle?
Even my boyfriend jeans with heels obsession;
Is that only appealing because of the gender conventions it juxtaposes?
Do you think that as our society sheds the stereotypes and "shoulds" of different sexes, we'll be able to dress more in line with our personalities and to worry less about how we align with our gender?
|hat: DPTR, shirt: Gap, jacket: Free People, jeans: NSF, earrings: Sarah DeAngelo|