16/06/2012 by Jaki Miles-Windmill
Now my dears: ‘SMART’ What the hell does that really mean – and why? Conventional? Ironed? Suited? Sterile? No frills , bright colours or patterns? Conservative? Boring? Eeek to all of those.
I certainly have never had any desire at all to look it. It implies cold, uncreative, uncomfortable and prissy to me – uptight at best and perverse at worse. ‘Smart’ seems to mean looking like you’ve got a stick up your bottom and as if you think you’re slightly better than everyone who isn’t your version of what you think it is. Women who are ‘smart’ often look more like men. Men who think they are ‘smart’ usually look more like women – little frail cotton blouses, tie things – usually made to look like silk – around their necks that have to be knotted in the ‘right’ way, shorn hair and shiny, shaved faces that smell like ladies underwear drawers. How odd! And Yuk! Maybe ‘smart’ describes a subconscious desire to lose one’s sexuality and become hermaphrodite. You wouldn’t have caught my Shamus looking like that! I wouldn’t have let him go out looking so silly. Now he was a man…..