Unqualified and Irrelevant Fashion Advice

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I’m hardly a teenager, but when it comes to my appearance and my weight, I struggle with something called body dysmorphia. Basically, I have no idea how I look. I exaggerate my flaws. I obsess about it. And because I have no idea how I truly look, I assume the worst.

Now listen, I know that I’m not fat and ugly. I’m an adult and I realize that my fears are irrational. I have good people in my life who help with this. And because of these anxieties, I try to go easy on myself and other women. PS — you don’t need to have an anxiety disorder to know that women are (sometimes) their own worst enemies. Critical. Catty. Inappropriate.

That being said, I just can’t help myself when I see women spend money (that they don’t have) on ugly clothes and put themselves through unnecessary beauty treatments. My brain is broken. I have diarrhea of the mouth and I have to show my disapproval. Case in point? This video where I criticize acrylic french manicure nails and Coach purses.

Don’t even get me started on the french pedicure.

So I just got this comment from lrambach.

Who are you to critique other HR professionals and how they dress? Very unprofessional of you. As an HR professional myself, I find you to be embarrassing to my profession. Grow up or get out of this field. You sound like an 18 year old sorority girl. You are also what is wrong with HR and why EVERYONE hates HR people. Stupid.

Oh. My. God. Who am I? Who am I?

I’m Laurie Fucking Ruettimann.

And yes, I know, my opinion doesn’t mean anything. That’s the beauty of being me. (Yes, the beauty.) Even I can’t take myself seriously — except that I’m deadly serious about acrylic nails. Not a fan. Women spend money on the stupidest shit. Acrylic nails? What about a 401k? How about a deep tissue massage?

Work with me, people. And know that I’m not picking on women. I’m with you. Feeling insecure and childish. Relieved that you aren’t judging me as harshly as I judge myself. Thank you for that.

Except for you, lrambach. You can go fly a kite.

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I’m on vacation. This post originally appeared on this blog on September 29, 2010.

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