I have certain acquaintances, however, who feel they must mention shoes in every single conversation they have with me, because my blogs have convinced them that shoes are the only thing I ever think about. If I met an accountant, say, I wouldn’t assume that she’d only want to talk about numbers all night, or that I’d have to get out a calculator to keep her entertained. Instead, I post another photo of a red lipstick or a pair of sparkly shoes… then I wonder why people talk down to me sometimes, or assume I’m shallow.īut then again, why should people talk down to me just because I’m partial to red lipstick, and have never met a big skirt I didn’t like? What is it about fashion and beauty (and blogging about fashion and beauty) that makes people assume that anyone who’s interested in those things cannot possibly be interested in anything else? Blogging is my job: it’s not who I am, and the things I choose to blog about aren’t the only things I ever think about. They’re real, and they’re honest, but they’re not exactly Instagrammable, so I don’t bother to document those moments. You wouldn’t know that, though, because I don’t show you it: why would I? No one needs to see my tomato-red, post-workout face, my worn-out running clothes, or my ratty hair, just like they don’t need to see the pile of laundry waiting to be folded in the kitchen, or the dirty paw-prints on my living room floor.
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It was obvious from the responses that some of my followers found the idea of me running absolutely hilarious: they imagined I would only do it if it allowed me to wear something pink and sparkly, and probably with a full face of makeup, and perfectly coiffed hair, into the bargain.Īs it happens, I’ve been running for years now: I don’t wear make-up, I buy my shoes for the fit and comfort rather than for the style, and wear my hair scraped back in a sweaty ponytail. I’ve known this for a while now, but it was really brought home to me a few weeks ago, when I posted a running-related photo on Instagram, and got a handful of comments which, while obviously well-meant, and intended as jokes, were nevertheless just a little bit condescending. I’m just going to say it: sometimes liking fashion – and particularly blogging about fashion – makes some people assume you’re stupid. Don’t Assume I’m Stupid Just Because I Like Shoes
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