Another fat goth rant

The window display at Trash and Vaudeville

As Valtinen wrote about in his guest post, it can be hard to find clothing if your style is outside of the mainstream.

And it’s even harder when you wear plus sizes. You can find yourself left out even in a subcultural mecca, like two stores I found while wandering around the East Village: Trash and Vaudeville and Search and Destroy.

They had all things sparkly and studded and leopard, skull-print pants, fuzzy ombre sweaters, pleather pants with corset lacing, petticoats and tutus galore, red plaid bondage pants, brocade military coats, pants and jackets in three colors of iridescent spiderweb print…*

Everything screamed me. And none of it was my size.

It’s not that I expected differently, and it’s not like I could have afforded the clothing right now anyway. But it still hurts to walk into a store filled with clothing I love–clothing that fits my style so much better than most mainstream stores–and know that even if I saved up the money, the most I could hope to buy would be accessories or maybe shoes. (I’ve never tried on a pair of Doc Martens, so I don’t know if they would fit me, but both stores had an impressive array of Docs.)

I really, really miss the old Torrid. If I ever meet the Doctor, I’m definitely going to ask him (among other things) to take me to a Torrid store in the early ’00s. Which, of course, would be overrun with aliens…and would make for some really interesting posts when I got back to 2013!

*You’ll have to take my word for it, as  neither store permitted photography. I don’t really get why so many stores in NYC prohibit photos–you’d think it would give them free publicity when the pictures end up on blogs and social networks. One store, Enz’s, even had a sign saying that anyone who takes pictures would have to pay a $45 IP fee, which seems really excessive.

The Evening of Awesome

As you might guess from the name, it was indeed awesome.

Less awesome were our seats, which were dizzingly high up and terribly cramped. Not being able to stretch my legs for two and a half hours with no intermission? Not fun. And I have fairly short legs.

But, physical comfort aside, it was a great show. John talked movingly about the process of writing The Fault in Our Stars (which you should read, if you haven’t yet), Hank played some of his wonderfully geeky songs, and there was a Q&A featuring Neil Gaiman and Hannah of My Drunk Kitchen.

Nerdfighers for life!

Kimya Dawson, who I hadn’t heard of before, also performed. I loved her songs, and will definitely be checking out more of her music.

As for the Mountain Goats? Meh. I know a lot of my friends love them, but I’ve never really gotten into them. And their performance lacked the energy, the oomph, that makes live music enjoyable. I did appreciate their cover of They Might Be Giants’ “New York City”, though–and John and Hank’s awkward dancing along to it!

There were lots of funny moments throughout the night, but the best one, hands down, was during a reading from John’s novel Paper Towns. Neil Gaiman read a sentence that began, “I decided that I would actually, literally suck donkey balls…” the crowd erupted in laughter. It was pretty amazing. (If you’re curious, the context was that the character would do such a thing if it would allow him to get out of government class.) Continue reading

Everyone’s your friend when you’re in New York City

Steve and I went to NYC to see John and Hank Green’s Evening of Awesome–which was indeed awesome, and which I’ll post about soon. For now, here are are a few highlights of our trip.

We stayed with Rachel, one of my college friends:

I love how New York has eateries devoted to any kind of food you can imagine. We didn’t make it to the rice pudding place, but we did stop for lunch at Baconery, whose specialty you can guess from the name. Their bacon grilled cheese and bacon chocolate peanut butter cookies were delicious!

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Sandy update and links roundup

I hope you’re all safe and doing ok.

I’m lucky–my neighborhood wasn’t hit badly, and we didn’t even lose power for more than a minute. But other parts of Massachusetts were hit harder.

And New York/New Jersey? Oy vey.

I’ve been glued to Twitter–which is much more up-to-date than the news networks–and it’s horrifying. My heart goes out to everyone who’s been affected.

If you want to know how you can help, check out this list of places to donate or volunteer.

Also, here are a few Sandy-related links:

How oysters could have protected New York from the storm surge, if they hadn’t been over-harvested. This is fascinating. And it shows how human degradation of the environment is a major factor in the destructiveness of recent storms, even aside from the more obvious example of global warming.

– If you aren’t already boycotting American Apparel for their extreme misogyny, consider doing it because of their callousness in the face of tragedy. Yesterday, they sent out an email advertising a Sandy-related sale. No mention of donating a percentage of proceeds to charity–just taking advantage of a natural disaster to drive sales.

The post-Sandy situation is terrible in Haiti, where people are still recovering from the earthquake that happened three years ago.

Insta-Snopes: sorting the real Sandy photos from the fakes.

-Reflections on the scariness of NYC’s subways filling up with water.

-The nurses who carried ICU babies down nine flights of stairs during the evacuation of the NYU hospital are incredible heroes.

-A collection of images of Sandy’s aftermath.