Gossamer and Tulle

The romantic age that claimed of freedom and individualism and maybe considered to have given voice to feminism, popularized fashion trends that were contrary to these movements.

Quite intriguingly, the changes in clothing trends during this era basically revolved around the sleeves, implying that a lot of importance was given to the hands since they held the ‘pen’ which was considered the most powerful weapon of the Romantic revolution. The Romantic sleeves angled between various types of curves ranging from full sleeves tied at intervals with ribbon; the imbecile or idiot sleeve which is extremely full from the shoulder to wrist and the  ‘Demi-Gigot’ - full from shoulder to elbow, then fitted to the wrist.

These sleeves were accompanied by high waistlines and low, expanded necklines in order to give proportion to the body but the expansion, I believe caused women to look broad-shouldered and rather manly so it was soon ruled out. However, the high waistline that made the waist appear very small and fragile was supported with stays on the inside. These stays are what maybe considered contradicting the Romantic ideology since they majorly consisted of corsets which attacked women’s freedom to breathe!

The Imbecile sleeve

The romantics were fascinated by beauty- whether it was in nature, music, art or poetry. They valued emotion and sentiment, in contrast to the cold reason that was perceived to have driven the revolutions of the 18th century enlightenment. Since women were believed to be more emotional than men, it perhaps explains why the Romantics enjoyed such fashion trends. This style of dressing was designed to accentuate the beauty of the females by presenting them as frail maidens, which rather pushed them back into a more modest role, befitting the "weaker" sex, often described as delicate, fragile, and decorative. Women were also placed on a moral pedestal, and looked upon as the guardians of family and community virtue, and the educators of the children. This moral elevation of women would lead some to suggest that women deserved a wider role in public affairs. However, dress reflected the perception of women as weak and decorative, which smudges the comparatively exalted position women enjoyed in the romantic society.

The Crinoline cage

The Victorian era brought with it crinolines and bustles, initially liberating the ladies from corsets and frills. The crinoline cage, which substituted the numerous layers of frilly petticoats and ‘frou-frou’ used to puff up the skirts, was supposed to be a breakthrough in the history of fashion. It was a cage made either of steel or whalebone worn beneath the skirts to make them ideally puffed. It allowed the women to abandon corsets as the huge crinoline made the waste look unbelievably small anyway. However, it became quite difficult to manage while sitting and immensely humiliating when the wind blew because the ladies did not only have to sober the skirts but also save themselves from being tossed to a side under the pressurizing weight! Not just that, owing to the crinoline their lives were made even more miserable by living in constant fear of falling off horses! Almost a decade later crinolines were abandoned and corsets crept in again to accompany the ‘bustle’. It was a modification of the crinoline puffing up only the sides and back and was later enhanced by adding springs to make seating more comfortable!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

The Bustles

            

Although widely accepted by the elite ladies, some considered the bustle immodest and disturbing to look at since it made the body look disproportionate, so it was soon ruled out. Towards the end of the Victorian era, power dressing became highlighted with elaborately tailored, straight-cut jackets, reflecting female emancipation. It is as if gossamer and tulle were used as silken strangles for women, which power dressing retaliated against. This could be seen as the time when women emerged from their specifically dainty and demure roles to explore their potential of actually doing something other than batting eyelashes and curtseying. Women are essentially dainty creatures but not fragile, where curtseying is a beautiful etiquette, it's not the sole purpose of life, and the ending Victorian era made women realize this soon enough to produce Madam Curie and the likes from this race. 

However, it is sad that women in my era have become too engrossed in everything other than their true nature to have forgotten about it. So, dear women of the world, do what you please, find your spot, but don't lose yourself on the way. Grace and intellect is a part of you, find it and treasure it.

Queen of Hearts

I know some of you have read this but it's linked to something I'm going to talk about soon.


6th July, 2010, 4 a.m.

Ever thought what it would be like to be heartless? It’s a rather strange time to be wondering so but that’s not the juicy part. Apart from the obvious and mundane biological reasons related to survival, it would actually be thrilling. Let’s take a look at my list of advantages:
1. You wouldn’t get hurt
2. You wouldn’t care about hurting someone else
3. You possibly wouldn’t have to be branded as warm-blooded!

Wow! I am almost tempted to claw it out of my system at this very moment. But there’s just a small problem restraining me: I might feel a little hollow after losing one organ. The insides that are sadly clichéd as beautiful might lose that ‘beauty’ since the heart maintains the soft pulse, associated with the beauty of life and existence, and other not-so-interesting stuff. Although, I can’t imagine how slimy organs coated with blood, fat and blood vessels can be seen as beautiful. It is a disturbing thought, even for me!

Anyway, the bottom-line is the fear of being hollow. So my not-at-all-dear friends, I have come up with a brilliant solution, and it was not triggered by Starbucks or the likes, neither did I rip it off of Wal-Mart. How about we replace the heart with an apple-pie? That would be so cool, or maybe the antonym of cool, literally speaking. 
Advantages:
1. You’ll be able to say “I’m heartless!” Ah, the sense of freedom that comes with that phrase.
2. You wouldn’t get hurt.
3. You probably wouldn’t hurt someone because you’ll be all sweet on the inside (you couldn’t get cold enough for that).
4. You could maintain the warm-blooded façade.
5. You would be complimented by the following words: “You’re sweeter than apple pie!”- Just too much juice for the ego!
6. You don’t have a heart, yet you don’t feel hollow.
7. You’ll probably become immortal because apple pie is unlikely to get coronary disease or go under cardiac arrest or myocardial infarction and blah blah.
8. Since we are blessed with barracuda teeth, we could even devour people! (What effect could the extra fat diet have on the pie? NONE!!!)

However, there’s a small disadvantage. Unlike the heart, apple pies aren’t muscular; they aren’t supported by tough, fibrous pericardium, so they can easily crumble under pressure. I guess you’d have to keep clutching your heart anyway like the Victorian maidens, although they lived in constant fear that it would flutter away at the slightest advancement from a male. I really should have been there to show them the light!

If you feel the above replacement is too feminine or incompatible with your more barbaric taste and you’re looking for something more concrete, then you could probably go for a block of low-weight steel. I wouldn’t recommend stones because they will make ‘where your heart used to be’ heavy. Not a desirable feeling, even for parting with your beloved heart (my eyes waltzed and bled to death on that note). Let’s get back to steel then. It has all the afore-mentioned advantages and perhaps more but the disadvantage is pretty serious. It has a short life. Given the wet, salty and squishy internal environment of the body, steel can make you rust away, literally. Why go through all the time-consuming and tedious effort then? I mean if you belong to my shoal of obnoxious barracudas then you wouldn’t have so much time to spend on a block of steel!

Therefore, after some serious brain-storming and spells of reflective pondering (when I was not too busy thinking about other stuff related to myself, of course) I have come to the conclusion that apple-pies are the best replacements for the useless, grief-supplying hearts we carry. And since I have taken out enough time to be a little selfless and share this with you (I thought I should give my heart a small farewell gift), I expect you all to write sonnets for me as proofs that you did, in some century possess a heart (as you’ll be tasting immortality) and then obviously, part with your primitive way of life. Then we could probably raid some planet and form a pie republic, if you are obedient enough and I would of course rule upon you.

Conjure up some good luck wish from me, be grateful that I at least thought of it and prize that memory for eternity!