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Just when you think it can't get any sillier, any more mundane, along comes a news (sic) that restores your faith in the bizarre. I suppose that I could never be a fashion writer like Elizabeth Wellington of the Inky (thatâ€™s the Philadelphia Inquirer to the nicknamed challenged). There are just so many nuances contained within the sartorial spectrum that I just could never master. One must be knowledgeable in all aspects of fashion runway demeanor, verbiage and just when a particular designer is â€œmaking a statement.â€



And I will admit, whenever the occasion arises that I must wear something other than jeans, sweats, cut-offs or pjâ€™s my lovely wife goes into DEFCON-1 mode automatically. No way would I ever get out the door â€“ in her company, or sans her company â€“ until I pass a style assessment. As a reader, writer and journalist Iâ€™m always open to new ideas and/or trends, keeping my finger on the pulse as it were. I am also aware that fashion trends with the varying color schemes and other trappings always somehow â€“ at least according to fashion writers and â€˜otherâ€™ experts â€“ have an underlying theme. I mean like itâ€™s not just a suit, skirt or shoes, it means something and that something denotes just who and what you are on some fashionistaâ€™s real or imagined pecking order.



Ms. Wellington â€“ with a few comments from supposed fashionistasâ€™ - in a recent offering entitled by Frank PitzJust when you think it can't get any sillier, any more mundane, along comes a news (sic) that restores your faith in the bizarre. I suppose that I could never be a fashion writer like Elizabeth Wellington of the(thatâ€™s the Philadelphia Inquirer to the nicknamed challenged). There are just so many nuances contained within the sartorial spectrum that I just could never master. One must be knowledgeable in all aspects of fashion runway demeanor, verbiage and just when a particular designer is â€œmaking a statement.â€And I will admit, whenever the occasion arises that I must wear something other than jeans, sweats, cut-offs or pjâ€™s my lovely wife goes intomode automatically. No way would I ever get out the door â€“ in her company, or sans her company â€“ until I pass a style assessment. As a reader, writer and journalist Iâ€™m always open to new ideas and/or trends, keeping my finger on the pulse as it were. I am also aware that fashion trends with the varying color schemes and other trappings always somehow â€“ at least according to fashion writers andexperts â€“ have an underlying theme. I mean like itâ€™s not just a suit, skirt or shoes, it means something and that something denotes just who and what you are on some fashionistaâ€™s real or imagined pecking order.Ms. Wellington â€“ with a few comments from supposed fashionistasâ€™ - in a recent offering entitled "State of the attire" opined on just what we could infer (psychobabble-wise, one supposes) by paying attention to how those in attendance at Bushâ€™s State of the Union fiesta were dressed. As proof of this her sub-hede â€œPowerful prefer pastelsâ€ spells it out for those of us who are fashion challenged. Dick Cheney â€“ a true fashion maven â€“ offset his usual stern countenance by sporting a â€œpink tie.â€ One supposes this is meant to convey his power look but tempering it with â€œpink tieâ€ approachability; Cheney as teddy bear as it were. The boy Prez himself opted for a â€œsky-blue tieâ€ to offset his dark-blue suit, hidden by the dais was the unanswered question as to the color of his cowboy boots though.

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Then we had Madam Speaker, adorned in a â€œcelery-green skirt suit,â€ appropriate pastel friendliness; a green rose between two thorns? According to Ms. Wellingtonâ€™s piece â€œPops of muted colors were everywhere.â€ Barack Obama sporting an â€œice-blue tieâ€ and Hillary in â€œsoft-pink shell with a charcoal gray suit.â€ Now, the ubiquitous experts in Ms. Wellingtonâ€™s article orate thusly: â€œâ€¦the adoption of lighter colors could signify a desire to connect with a disenchanted public.â€ Say what? People are dying by the score in Iraq, New Orleans is â€œout of sight, out of mindâ€ to the politicians, the economy is in the toilet and weâ€™re all going to beThe only one with any cojones in the crowd was Laura Bush, she was â€œattiredâ€ in power red.Where do people come up with this nonsense, or better yet; why do they come up with it? I know, I know, diversion, entertainment, milksop for the unwashed masses; the Marie Antoinette School of governance and media twaddle. Forgive me, I realize Iâ€™m not being very fair here; Iâ€™m certain there are a few people out there in La-La Land who truly are interested in what the power structure or entertainment structure â€“ arenâ€™t they one and the same? â€“ are wearing. Personally I donâ€™t give a ratâ€™s ass if theyâ€™re naked if they would do the job that we the people elected them to do.But then, folks like Elizabeth Wellington and her assorted fashionistaâ€™s would be out of work, though that might not be such a bad idea, then they could join the countless millions in this country who find themselves unemployed. They might find some comfort in giving fashion advice to the homeless; you know, the correct color scheme to wear when panhandling, or a particular power ensemble to dress in while sleeping in the subway â€“ interchangeable of course depending if one is sleeping uptown or down.