"When It's So Bad It's Good"
Working for a retailer has introduced me to TONS of interesting stuff I would never have known. Brands I never heard of: Giani Bernini, Cuddl Duds (a brand name just cute enough to nauseate), Alfani, and Tasso Elba (sounding ever-so-Italian - but probably made in New Jersey, who knows? Certainly not me, the non-style queen.).
And I have seen some weird things - from the Lobster On Pedestal I wrote about in a previous blog, to a scent - Bvlgari - that is bottled and marketed as though it is a combination lock on acid...or that has been beamed up when the transporter has had a really bad day.
I'm fascinated with all of it, really. Shape and color and general weirdness have always fascinated me, so in this way, working in retail is A Kinda Cool Thing. Except for the exceptionally ugly pieces of clothing that you just can't even imagine someone buying, much less wearing.
I look at marketing like this and I wonder how these things could be used in alternate ways. Like...earrings, maybe? The purple really does look like something I'd cheerfully wear on my lobes!
There are pieces of such breathtaking beauty that I find myself wanting them, even though I'm not a major jewelry maven. But too many pieces of jewelry are jewel-toned, and that's where I just fall into the computer monitor...
Sapphires and diamonds and pearls - oh my! To be honest, it's not the jewelryishness of them that gets me. It's something else entirely. I am addicted to jewel tones. Those colors just knock me out - they flood my eyes with a sense of fulfillment that is identical to a great meal, or good sex...if I remember correctly.
A problem I run into regularly is that I am easily distracted. So I see something like this ring (LUST, WANT, MUST HAVE!!!) And suddenly my eye travels down the page...
"Oh, sweet cheese and crackers! There are EARRINGS TOO???? "
Today introduced me - via that distraction problem of mine - to some particularly and magnificently egregious men's suits. A real estate salesman man called me to buy a light blue suit. We spent about an hour trying to find the right blue, and the right suit, and the right sizes for him, and he was metrosexual as hell - seemed straight to me, but with such gay overtones of hilarity and wit. We had a grand ol' time!
So, we're trolling through the website - me at work, him in his car on his phone - and by the 30th minute, I'm blinded by shades of blue, and wondering where the hell all of the light blue suits are. And then I see them...like a beacon, a sign in the sky - neon - blinking furiously: "So Bad It's Good!"
Turns out they're called Opposuits. A more awkward name you'll be hard pressed to find. And they're so bad they're almost good. Some of them. The rest are freaking God-awful! Here is a trip through some of the worst suits I've seen so far. Not only is the fabric design hideous, but the NAMES should truly be labeled legendary. Wait. You'll see.
Let's do give a nod to the people who name things. The online names of any of the clothing reads like a bad epic poem - long, alliterative, and lacking in any real focus. Let me introduce you to the appropriately named Flaminguy Suit!
No, I'm not kidding. This is called a "tropical print". I call it a fucking nightmare. But hey, to each their own. My only wish is that if you wear this suit, you do it with the full awareness that you will have to exercise every single bit of James Bond-ian swagger you own to pull this off. (By the way, this one is only in my so-bad-it's-good column if the guy wearing it knows what he's taken on. Otherwise, oh dear God, please just don't. Okay? And you probably also shouldn't wear it if you don't live in Florida and hum the Miami Vice theme song everywhere you go.)
But it's time to lead you to the really dark side. Are you ready? Because the first one is just mind-exploding in that it is named The Casanova, and it is a fabric entirely of cash. So, let's look at that a little more closely, shall we?
So, if you are made of money, you know how to have sex well? Is that the deal? Or maybe this is Truth In Advertising for people who are like Donald Dumptruck (I hate to use his name): Sleep with me and all you'll get for your trouble is a shitload of money when you sue me!
I don't know. Like I said: mind. exploded.
So have a look at a suit that is named - oh God, just wait for it - The Testival. I know, I could make an obvious joke about this guy looking like a dick, but really, if you are the coolest dude on any block anywyere, you can carry this off! Still, this cannot stay on my so-bad-it's-good list because of its name. All I'll ever think if someone I know wears this thing is that they are wearing The Testical. As The Emperor in Star Wars said: It's unavoidable.
The Testical - er - I mean The Testival
Last but absolutely not least, is a suit so bad - so very very bad - it can't even approach good, much less visit the neighborhood of kitsch, which is the last train stop before OH DEAR JESUS TAKE IT OFF AND BURN IT!
For the love of all that is holy, please don't wear this. And if you have to, do you HAVE to wear the tie???
I mean, maybe you could get away with the jacket, with some awesome slacks that ARE NOT PATTERNED. But wearing this will get you mistaken for a carpet. I just don't recommend it.
What I haven't mentioned is the descriptions. So, get ready for this one:
"Attention, attention: the center of attention has arrived. [JESUS, YOU THINK SO???] Folks will be lining up to snap a picture with the stylish daredevil in this one-of-a-kind suit that features a flattering slim fit and 21st-century print. Brought to you by Opposuits."
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, dear boy, people will be lining up to take pictures with you to post mockingly on social media, you daredevil you!
©2019 Lori Kirstein
Do you like the idea of breaking those social "should's" that have held you back for too long? Do you like the idea of successfully changing your modes of communication, your business goals, your self-image, and to your quality of life?
Lori Kirstein, CEO
The Goodbye Good Girl™ Project LLC
Kicking the Good Girl Rules to the Curb!
Cincinnati, OH 45205