I challenge you to a duel!

So, I saw this beauty in Burlington Coat Factory and I decided that I would be a nice challenge for me. So, I have the goal of wearing this for a full day and trying to see if I can get comfortable wearing it and not feel as those a bird had landed on my head and was squawking for attention! : D

What can you buy for $481?

This is what I bought for $481.32: ($30.86 of this was taxes)

4 pairs of heals ($20 each)
3 skirts
3 pairs of capris (1 capris came with another belt)
2 pair of pants
1 purse
16 Shirts (I shirt sweater came with another belt)
1 sweater thingy
11 Pairs of Earrings
2 Necklaces
26 Bracelets (25 of those fine silver bangles)
8 headbands
1 pair of leggings
1 belt

The mean $$$: $9.79
The median $$$: $7.99
The mode $$$: $14.99
Most expensive: $24.99 (The purse)
Least expensive: $2.98 (A t-shirt)

The things I was thinking that I needed to buy when I was at the cash register:
A jewelry holder. (I mean come one where am I going to put all this crap?)
A jacket. (I tried on this beautiful white jacket that was made out of cloth spun by fairies or something but too small and they didn't have one in my size.)
Flats. (I love heals but I walk way too much to wear them too much.)
A watch. (I can't explain this one. I hate wearing them and I use my cell phone for the time....I think it has something to do with the fact that they pump something into the air in places like this that make you think that it's a great idea to buy everything that you see...)

Three of the four pairs of shoes that I bought...suede (I called it creme but my roommate corrected me), animal stripes (zebra??) and a greyish pair. My favorite is the grey ones with a zipper on the side...mostly because I can walk without the feeling that I'm going to roll my ankle...

The other pair I bought..if you remember from my last post....I danced early into the morning in a pair of ridiculousness high heals for hours?? Yes, these were the culprits! See, now you don't judge me for taking off my shoes, do you? (You just judge me for being stupid enough to buy heals that high...)

To give you an idea of how tall these heals are I've placed my tennis shoe next to them....

The weekend

Yes, I do realize that it is Wednesday and I have yet to blog about the weekend. It was quite an eventful weekend and I will admit kind of tired me out. Since last Thursday I have been quite good about getting ready in the morning and doing things that would align with this new year.

Friday night I didn't do anything in regard to my goals but went to a bonfire and it was nice. I do a little bit of freelancing photography on the side so Saturday morning I went south to Provo (30 mins south of where I live) to do a photo shoot for the cutest two little girls ever. After the photo shoot was over, I passed by a Burlington Coat Factory and decided to stop and see if I could find anything for my date that night.

I found more than just an outfit for that night. I kept on finding more and more things that I liked and that were a good price until I found myself at the cash register coughing up $481 for my loot. Although I seemed to have bought enough clothes and accessories to last me quite a long time I even found myself at the register thinking of other things that I would now need to find to go along with what I had bought. What?? Am I insane? I just spent $481 on clothes!!

Stifled by the hot summer heat on the drive home I thought about how I could have spent that money on getting my ac fixed in my car. As I carried in the fruits of my excessive consumerism into my apartment I looked over at my neighbors who's son has cancer and I thought about how I could have used that money to give them an anonymous pick me up of a couple hundred dollars. As I settled down in my ghetto apartment with the neighbor's weed and cigarette smoke drifting into my living room I thought about how I could have saved that money to go toward a house I was hoping to buy. But when I got dressed to go out I forgot about all those other things.

My date and I ended up watching a movie, going dancing, and then going out to eat. It was the longest first date that I have ever been on. When we went to the club we got into free...because he is a football player....(insert shake of head here..man they have it good). We went to a club called Elevate or The Hotel (http://thehotelelevate.com/index.php) not quite sure how that works out...is it two places or one??? Quien Sabes!??! In the club there were girls of all different shapes and sizes but they all had one thing in common: They were dressed to be seen. The social scientist in me kind of wished I could go around and interview these women or give them a survey to fill out. What are they thinking? What are their hopes? Are they here to have a good time or to meet someone? How much time did they take to get ready? What were their expectations of the night?

Main Dance floor of the club

I didn't know that people when to clubs to play pool...but I guess they do!

My date seemed to know a good majority of the club. I don't think that I would ever be able to seriously date this guy because I would be way too jealous that he knew that many attractive girls. It was nice though that he paid attention to me despite there being individuals competing for his attention.

 However, I was a little annoyed with him because I didn't know that we were going dancing and would have worn a different outfit had I known. I was wearing a shirt with 3/4ths sleeves, capris made out of this wool mix, my hair down, and heals so high I was practically walking tip toe. What does all of this equal? Extreme heat and uncomfortableness. I don't see how girls can put up with extreme discomfort for hours on end...you know the mantra...pain before beauty? (or is it beauty before pain...either way) I never understood that...and I don't think that I ever will....As we left the club (it was early in the morning at this time but the dance floor was still rocking pretty hard), I took off my heals and walked barefoot on the nasty nasty sidewalk, road, and parking lot...I had had all the pain that I could handle for one night...

Coming Soon: What can you buy for $481? ....and.... I challenge you to a duel!

I'm really into books.

So, yesterday I went to the University library to go check out a book and ended up getting checked out myself....

I asked this guy where in the library you go to pick up books that you have reserved online. While he was telling me where to go, he made it obvious that he was looking at my body. I was a little annoyed, as I wasn't exactly comfortable in what I was wearing (I was thinking something along the lines of "Don't judge me! I know I look a little silly..."). I went to leave but as I got to the stairs he asked me a question I couldn't quite hear. So I went back to him and started talking to him. I found out quickly that not only was he smart hardworking and nice he also happened to be a running back for the University's football team. 

Not bad, not bad at all. :D He asked for my phone number and I pretended to hesitate to give him mine. Well I don't know if my hesitation was genuine or not but regardless I kind of surprised myself in this whole acting coy thing. But we exchanged numbers and later on that night he called me, we talked for awhile and I agreed to go out with him on Saturday night (I randomly had plans for tonight already). You can be sure that after I left him and went looking for that book I could not wipe the smile off of my face nor stop the blush from overtaking my cheeks.

I'm a little surprised in that experience. I'm not surprised in the fact that this type of thing didn't really happen to me before (let's be honest, I looked kind of manly and perhaps people questioned my sexuality preferences). But rather, I'm surprised that I haven't really changed that much so far and already I'm seeing people interacting with me differently. Granted, the type of guys that I am attracting right now probably aren't the type of guys I would want to settle down with but it is kind of nice to receive some type of feedback that I am changing my skin enough that I really will be having a different experience for this year.

P.s. Now I have to figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow night...man, I sound like a girl! ... lol.

How far is too far?

Cleavage wrinkles? Really? We are spending money on coming up with ways to fight cleavage wrinkles when there are people in our own country suffering from poverty and hunger? Sorry, I can only go so far into this world before I throw up.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/11/fashion/skin-deep-fighting-cleavage-wrinkles.html?_r=1&partner=rss&emc=rss



One a secondary note, here is an interesting quote of the week:

"The present study focuses on one prominent message that is represented in many children's fairy tales: the feminine beauty ideal. The feminine beauty ideal-the socially constructed notion that physical attractiveness is one of women's most important assets, and something all women should strive to achieve and maintain- is of particular interest to feminist scholars. While the feminine beauty ideal is viewed largely as an oppressive, patriarchal practice that objectifies, devalues, and subordinates women (e.g., Bartky 1990; Bordo 1993; Freedman 1986; Wolf 1991), it is acknowledged that many women willingly engage in "beauty rituals" and perceive being (or becoming) beautiful as empowering, not oppressive (Dellinger and Williams 1997). A further paradox of the feminine beauty ideal is that in a patriarchal system, those women who seek or gain power through their attractiveness are often those who are most dependent on men's resources."

The Pervasiveness and Persistence of the Feminine Beauty Ideal in Children's Fairy Tales

Lori Baker-Sperry, Liz Grauerholz

Gender and Society, Vol. 17, No. 5 (Oct., 2003), pp. 711-726

Baby Steps.

Last week I was feeling kind of discouraged in regard to my self discipline and my resolve to push forward on this experience as I couldn't even convince myself to wake up a little earlier to get ready and as I still went to rugby practice. On Saturday as I was working on cleaning up my apartment and trying to cross off things on my to-do list, a friend texted me to see if I wanted to go to the mall. My gut reaction was, the raising of my eyebrows and the crinkling of the nose. The second reaction was, "Wait, when did I tell him about my experiment?" (I didn't) Then the final reaction... "This is the universe testing me..." So going against the grain of my moral fiber, I agreed and we went a-shopping. So, my friend is really trendy, you know, so trendy you question his sexuality (wrong I know). So, I gave myself up to him and let him pick out clothes for me. (Pic below: I have nooo clue what this is!)

I bought almost everything he picked out for me (Ps. I don't know if this should make me feel better or worse about myself but totally picked out clothes that were ridiculously too small for my thunder thighs and massive arms). We went to a couple stores and I came away with two pairs of sunglasses, two lip glosses, two dresses, and one shirt. I managed buy all this for $40 (the lip gloss ironically were the most expensive items at $7.50 each). (Pic below: $5.99 dress)

I felt good about this. Not only did I add new clothes and accessories to my arsenal but while I was at the mall another friend invited me to a rugby game. I was extremely tempted to ditch the mall and head to the pitch but I remained strong and stayed at the mall until my friend was ready to go. :D

So, to be truthful though, after I got home I changed into one of the dresses I bought and I went and watched the rugby game that hadn't started (Polynesian time pushed the game back an hour allowing me to not miss a beat). I felt guilty again for my lack of progress and so when I saw an "Open" sign on a nail salon on the way home from the game I pulled over and went inside.
As I walked in, I inquired if they were still open or not. The lady said they were and asked what I wanted done. I replied, "I don't know. Anything?" At this point the language barrier provided problematic. Not the English to Vietnamese language barrier but the Beauty speak to the Beast lingo language barrier. She asked if I wanted a full set? I said sure. I said, not fake nails though. She said french tip? I said sure. I sat down and waited thinking that I was lining up for my nails to be painted. She came over and with the speed of an Asian tigress she had all of my nails clipped off before my jaw had time to unhinge and my mouth fall. Have you ever had acrylic nails? Or watched them put on? I had never before and to be truthful I was pretty amazed throughout the entire process. (See here for a youtube video tutorial, I would skip through it faster but it's crazy, whoever thought of this... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHAZCkfKRv8) Anyway, I also ended up getting my eyebrows waxed and any other dark hair that happened to make it's way to my face. After this I went to the store and bought jewelry, a belt, leggings, a scarf, a new purse (my last one was literally attacked by a pit bull) and almond milk.

A couple extra insights that I have acquired already through this experience:

1. Nails and other things associated with beauty makes you incapable of being self sufficient. You can't do anything with nails, heals, and tight skirts... It also requires a lot of money, and to put all this effort into looking good, it takes a lot of time, so unless you already have a lot of money, it would only make sense to find a guy with a lot of money to finance your lifestyle.

2. When you spend this much time and money making yourself look better, you want it...no, you need it to be appreciated. After I got my nails done, my face stripped, new clothes, and new bling I needed it to be appreciated....So I did a stupid thing. This guy has been bugging me to do something with him for a long long time. I always blew him off but Saturday when he asked to do something with me..I actually went to a movie with him.... Silly I know but it would feel like a waste if I didn't go out and be SEEN!!! :D
Sidenote:

Have you ever noticed that a lot of the nail places are run by Vietnamese? I hadn't because I haven't ever gone but I was told that. So, I looked it up. Here is an article http://articles.latimes.com/2008/may/05/local/me-nails5/2 and if you don't want to read the whole thing here are some highlights:

• In California, Vietnamese Americans make up an estimated 80% of nail technicians, according to the industry's trade publication. Nationwide, it's 43%.
• In the 1970s, manicures cost up to $60. But waves of Vietnamese manicurists, mostly refugees who happily settled for low wages, slashed prices. Now, manicures and pedicures go for as little as $15.
• Cosmetology licensing tests in California and Texas are given in Vietnamese.

WWBD

So I was talking to a friend who is a really good student (I'm not, I'm the lazy type) and he was saying that whenever he is making a decision about what to do in regard to his studies, he always thinks, "What Would (a professor he really admires) Do"? So, I've decided that I need something like that to start thinking the way this Beauty Queen would think. Fortunately enough for me, my roommate just happens to be a pro in all beauty related fields. She went to cosmetology school, went to dental school, has been a certified nursing assistant, and has owned her own day spa. She frequently goes to get her hair done (I go get a $6 cut about every 6 months or so when I find myself playing with my dead ends too much) and knows the ins and outs of the beauty world. She is always very well dressed and made up. So, when I'm thinking about what I should do, I'm going to think What Would Bethany Do?

It's already started. This morning when I woke up, tired like always, I thought: "Should I get up and get ready or should I enjoy a little more sleep?" I thought Bethany would get up, shower and beautify herself before leaving the apartment...I lifted my arm....and then let it sink back to the bed... I didn't even get in a shower this morning... FAIL.

She's beauty and She's grace

I don't know if I am the average when it comes to knowledge about beauty pageants but if you're like me, three things come to mind when you think of beauty pageants:

1. Miss Congeniality: Especially the talent section. When a co-worker and I were talking about this idea she said she would really like to see me tackle someone as my talent...like Sandra Bullock. I have to admit this sounded really tempting. Sandra Bullock is my role model, not really, but let's pretend. Although, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't let me demonstrate tackling as a talent, right??

2. 4-H Fair Royalty: Back home the only exposure I got to "Beauty Queen" material was the local royalty. Not to be mean, but you didn't have to be pretty to win, you just had to enter.

3. Toddlers and Tiaras: One word. Terrifying! No, two more words. Mental Illnesses.

So, with most of my knowledge coming from those three things, I began to investigate the world of beauty pageants (A lot easier to spell when you think...Page -Ants).

Beauty pageants come in all sorts and sizes:
babies to 50+,
both genders,
local or state or national or global,
uber glitz or no make-up allowed
Certain ethnicities or nationalities.
With or without the swimsuit section or talent section

To be truthful it is sort of hard to sort out all the different pageants and to find one.

The one thing they all have in common? The entrance fee!! Holy Cow! I've heard (from Ms. Congeniality) that beauty pageants are scholarship opportunities...I see them more as a lottery. There are different types but one pageant I was looking at has a base fee and then additional fees for categories to complete in. I'm sorry, but to me that's a waste of money. Oh yes, I would love to spend another $10 so someone can tell me that I don't have the "Prettiest Hair" and another $10 to see if I can compete for the "Best Personality"! Boo! That's what I think. I don't need to pay money for someone to tell me my hair looks lousy. But I'm trying to be open minded here. With this many categories, you are sure to inflate your ego with at least winning something!
I know my capabilities. I'm not going to over shoot my ability to compete in these things by any means. So, I pick the easiest route. I happened to find a pageant where I don't even need to compete at the state level because my state doesn't have a competition! I just received an email informing me that all I need to do is register to become my state appointed queen and I will receive:

Official Miss Heart of America State Queen Sash
Beautiful Rhinestone Crown
National Information Packet
Rhinestone Sash Pin

Ba bam! There I go. Easy as pie. I could totally get my crown, right there! What does registering include though you ask? Paying an entry fee of $195.00! And that is the reduced price due to sponsorship... Hmmm. Is it worth it? I could totally just go buy that stuff at the dollar store and no one would know the difference..What else could I do with $200? ... So many other useful things! But, I am to think like a Beauty Queen. So it is worth it! But wait, it's in Orlando Florida...this is a big commitment financially. I go to the site to register but I can feel my ears starting to burn. I don't think I can convince myself to do this. But hey, it's the first day. So, I held off on registering for today, and went to rugby practice... :D

Year 1- Cleats to Crowns Expectations

Starting tomorrow I will step foot into the magical and hidden world of beauty and begin on my path to the land of dieting, plucking, toning, buffing, and enhancing. It's my plan to enter at least two beauty pageants by the end of the year and make it past the first round cuts for at least one pageant (It will also be my goal to be able to spell the word pageant without the aid of spell checker). Each week I promise to post about either research I have performed regarding the beauty industry or experiences that I have had regarding the challenge. There are many small and large milestones that I will under take through out this year as I have literally no foundation going into this experience.To start off here are pictures of me on a regular day to gauge my progress:

Clarification

I would just like to clarify that in no way am I unhappy in my current life situation. In fact in most of these areas I have foolish pride in the way I am (i.e. cheap, not the helpless feminine type, etc.) One of the main reasons why I am doing this is because I have a tendency to judge these type of people and I would like to see their world through their eyes so that I might have more empathy and understanding of their lifestyles. Someone once said you can never cut cheese so fine that there isn't two sides. I think it's time to get a better glimpse of the other side.