Tunic, Uniqlo / Midi Skirt, Thrifted / Tights, Muji / Boots, Thrifted
I've heard a lot of comments about my style and appearance on a regular basis, both good and bad, but this outfit takes the cake in the number of unsavory remarks I received in recent memory. I went out on a Sunday and as this was the supposed day reserved for family bonding, there were a lot of kids on the streets. As per the nature of children, their mouths were unabashed, every thought unfiltered, and to their minds, pointing out the lone woman in all black in a derogatory tone as if she was deranged was perfectly fine. This happened more then once and the first time it happened I shot the offending boy a glare that probably proved to him that I was indeed a witch.
I could write off those rude children because they don't know any better but even adults do this. As I was walking home I passed by two grown men. I guess they have never seen a person in black before because one of them was compelled to jeer at me, saying, "Uy, Paramore! Paramore!" They proceeded to do this until they turned at the corner. Boors. I'm not even a redhead and you think I take style cues from Hayley Williams? At least call me something that makes sense, like "hobo" or "wannabe cult member" or "dumpster diving hag." I mean really.
What is it with black that makes people uneasy? I wear dark colors to blend in and to be left alone. Is wearing a black shirt with a black skirt more jarring than wearing three clashing prints together and showing acres of skin? Oooh black, hue of evil and despair. Cursed are they who dare don this unholy pigment, those damned color-phobic creatures. Begone to the night where you belong.
Poor goths then. Or metal heads. What about New Yorkers? Maybe that's why in Filipino movies the liberated woman out to steal your man always comes from New York. Must be all that black.