I did, and am currently writing that chapter of the book. It was when my marriage was well and truly dead and I was looking for a way out—an “Exit Affair,” they’re called (and before you judge, you’ll have to wait and read the book to see what kind of behavior my husband was up to at the time). How about you? Have you ever? Or even come close?
There are few things I loathe more than lists that tell women what clothes they need to give up once they reach a certain age: my view on the topic is that if you can pull it off, you should wear it—but that you would also be well-advised also pay close attention to your internal radar. Which, around six years ago, told me that it was time to say goodbye to miniskirts. Not because I’d reached any significant birthday, but because they just suddenly looked silly on me. Have you had similar moments, and with what? Conversely, what will you never give up?
What irksome language would you blow out of the water? (Roy Lichtenstein)
This one’s inspired by a comment thread from a post last week in which I suggested we resurrect the word “smart” to describe clothing and outfits. “Bringing back ‘smart’ is fine (and very Vanity Fair, circa 1929),” writes commenter Christina, “if in return we can get rid of ‘obsessed with’ and ‘packed with’ (as in ‘packed with antioxidants’).” Chimes in loyal reader Mamavalveeta, “can we get rid of ‘badass’ as well?” Next up, Alexa puts in a vote for ridding the world of “curated” and “bespoke.” All good suggestions, ladies, and might I add the word “rock,” to describe wearing something? OK, your turn.
I was born in Houston, Texas in 1964 and have lived in New York City since 1988. I had a long career in magazines, working at Sassy, Elle, New York, and Spin, and in 2000, I founded Lucky magazine, which I edited for ten years.