June 1st, 2015
In addition to being the most photoshopped cover in Vanity Fair history, the new story on
Bruce Caitlyn Jenner might also be the most ironic.
Because the story is written by Buzz Bissinger. Which makes perfect sense.
You can’t make this up:
I own eighty-one leather jackets, seventy-five pairs of boots, forty-one pairs of leather pants, thirty-two pairs of haute couture jeans, ten evening jackets, and 115 pairs of leather gloves. Those who conclude from this that I have a leather fetish, an extreme leather fetish, get a grand prize of zero. And those who are familiar with my choices will sign affidavits attesting to the fact that I wear leather every day. The self-expression feels glorious, an indispensable part of me. As a stranger said after admiring my look in a Gucci burgundy jacquard velvet jacket and a Burberry black patent leather trench, “You don’t give a fuck.”
I don’t. I finally don’t.
Some of the clothing is men’s. Some is women’s. I make no distinction. Men’s fashion is catching up, with high-end retailers such as Gucci and Burberry and Versace finally honoring us. But women’s fashion is still infinitely more interesting and has an unfair monopoly on feeling sexy, and if the clothing you wear makes you feel the way you want to feel, liberated and alive, then fucking wear it. The opposite, to repress yourself as I did for the first fifty-five years of my life, is the worst price of all to pay. The United States is a country that has raged against enlightenment since 1776; puritanism, the guiding lantern, has cast its withering judgment on anything outside the narrow societal mainstream. Think it’s easy to be different in America? Try something as benign as wearing stretch leather leggings or knee-high boots if you are a man.
See, I have a bit of sympathy. Although I’m not going to have a sex change operation, it bugs me that women’s skirts and pants don’t automatically come with pockets. Men’s clothing is so much more functional. I hate having to carry a purse, just b/c I need someplace to keep my keys and some cash. I’ve always thought that we’d know women had truly achieved equality when pockets were automatically included on our garments.
Move over Bruce/Caitlyn, transsexual is over, TRANSABLED in the new thang: http://news.nationalpost.com/news/canada/becoming-disabled-by-choice-not-chance-transabled-people-feel-like-impostors-in-their-fully-working-bodies