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You know Frank—he's been writing about menswear, sales, television, new shops, the recession, Lisa Loeb, the Golden Girls and getting blasted for Racked for almost two years. Well, we think it's time you got to know him and his quirky-irreverent views on life and fashion even better with his column: Love, Frank. Taking the form of an open letter and always signed with love, Frank will rant about whatever style-related conundrum he encounters in a given week. So buckle your two-toned leather Moschino belts, folks, it's going to be ? Something.
Carrie contemplates via Hip Lip.
Dear Stylists and Costumers,
First off—love your work. A character's clothing can tell as vital a story—that person's background, personality, vanity, wealth—as just about anything writers and producers can cram into 22 minutes of television. What a cool job! And we know how hard you work, trust, but still—it must be somewhat fulfilling to have your fashion canvases immortalized by syndication and Netflix.
But let's get to brass tacks, shall we?
Yours truly put off getting a trashy gold nameplate necklace for years because I was uncomfortable with the fact that casual acquaintances, colleagues, and total strangers on the street might think said jewelry an homage to Sex and the City's Carrie Bradshaw and her Carrie necklace.
Don't get me wrong—we love those sluts as much as the next gal! But we're no super fans. And we certainly don't engage in "I'm the Carrie" conversations while waiting in line for cupcakes or ordering candy-colored drinks served precariously in out-sized martini glasses. We never drank the Kool-Aid.
(Okay, we drank a little Kool-Aid; but we never guzzled.)
All that said, and after much discussion, we finally thought enough time had passed. We finally thought we could unabashedly wear our names on our chests (literally, in gold) without people as jaded as us rolling their jaded eyes.
Orders were placed, packages received, chains unclasped, top buttons unbuttoned—voilà!
And then! We turned the TV on and Reagan (Christina Applegate) on NBC's Up All Night and Penny (Casey Wilson) on ABC's Happy Endings are both wearing nameplate necklaces, like, every Wednesday night. In gold, no less.
Being jaded, we have to wonder if you, as costumers, are telling us these characters are fun and quirky and just like a little throwback trashy gold, and are wearing it as sort of a fashion gag; or if these characters are Sex and the City mega-fans who think they're the Carries in their friend groups and, as such, need to wear a nameplate necklace. All because Carrie was a character who was fun and quirky and liked a little throwback trashy gold all in the name of a fun fashion gag.
Are we overthinking this?
Fact is, I'm not going to stop wearing my nameplate. It's one of the best gifts I've ever gotten. And it's definitely still too soon to go back to the nameplate belt (it's in a drawer, anxiously awaiting its chance to sparkle once more). And, whatever, vindication for all the name-emblazoned jewelry my parents always got my sisters.
Just, in future nameplate placements, try and note the potential connotations.
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