Posted at 8:40 AM Apr 21, 2009By Andrea Grimes
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Where there are FedEx roundups of clothing and 360-degree mirrors from hell, Stacy and Clinton cannot be far behind. Lo! My friend Amanda is not only live-Tweeting her What Not To Wear experience, but she is also liveblogging it!
Before leaving for New York City, Amanda expressed some serious doubt:
"To be honest, I'm freaking out. I've cried some. I'm scared, too. Not scared of the fashion intervention per say, gawd knows I need it, just scared that I'm actually going to be forced to confront the fact I literally stopped caring about myself and my appearance and confront those reasons on national television. Such is life. For now, I've got to put on my big girl panties, toughen my thin skin, and embrace the fact that I have $5k to spend on myself. The hardest part will be believing that I'm worth it."
After her first day of filming-wherein she got some fab new properly fitting bras, Amanda is 'zausted:
"I had to go back to my room in the studio, pull a dress out of the trash bin, sit in a chair and answer some pretty hard questions about myself. "Why are you drowning yourself in clothes?" "How do you feel...." "Why do you think..." I was tired, I gave my answers, cried a little, okay, a lot, and finally I was freed. I understand know why the women on the show cry and get cranky. They're just as exhausted from shooting and reshooting, room level checks, and everything else that comes with the complications of making a show as I was."Keep checking back at The Squawker for more updates from Amanda's makeover.
Ruminating, now: how do you ladies feel about the whole What Not To Wear setup? I find the show engrossing, and while I think Stacy and Clinton can be rather harsh, I rarely feel like someone comes away with any more self-loathing than they had to start out with. Maybe self-loathing dressed up in nicer clothes? Obviously it's intended to be an intensely emotional experience, which seems awful to have to go through on camera for the entire nation to watch. And as we can see from Amanda, every moment seems to be pretty fraught.
I certainly don't endorse a superficial way of making oneself feel better through slapping a designer pocket on something. But does somebody have to take our feminist cards away just because we like a hot new pair of jeans? What is it about that hot new pair of jeans? Surely we're capable of finding happiness both in butterflies and ponies and kittens and a piece of clothing that looks great on us. Surely we are at least that complicated.