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current travel anxiety, prompted by Dude, who dresses… well… nicer than your average computer programmer, but still on the same spectrum as your average computer programmer:
Nothing I own is fashionable in any way and I am going to be a tacky tourist the entire time I am abroad.
“This rural shepherd,” Dude says, pointing at an Instagram photo, “has six teeth in his entire head, spends his life mostly outdoors, and is wearing an exquisite hand-embroidered coat over a meticulously tailored shirt and trousers that fit him exactly, and beautifully-tended couture shoes.” He then gestures at himself. “I bought everything off one page in a Lands End catalogue six years ago and have washed it once a week since then.”
I don’t want to bring my nicest clothes just to schlep around unfamiliar territory in and possibly lose stuff, but I also don’t want to look like a dumb yokel.
Spoiler alert: I’m going to look like a dumb yokel.
(Word to the wise: as a former Soviet republic, Kyrgyzstan seems to be filled with rail-thin, glossy-haired women in spike heels, despite the dearth of paved streets, as far as I can tell. Some of them are also archers and stunt-horseback riders. Apparently simultaneously. You think, like, rural idyll, but somehow everything the Soviets touch ends up filled with unrealistically fashionable women. I’m wishing I had time for a mani/pedi before I go.)
Oh ALSO: torn/mended clothing is a cultural taboo. Guess what’s in fashion in US plus size stores? Distressed denim. HA HA HA.
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current travel anxiety, prompted by Dude, who dresses… well… nicer than your average computer programmer, but still on the same spectrum as your average computer programmer:
Nothing I own is fashionable in any way and I am going to be a tacky tourist the entire time I am abroad.
“This rural shepherd,” Dude says, pointing at an Instagram photo, “has six teeth in his entire head, spends his life mostly outdoors, and is wearing an exquisite hand-embroidered coat over a meticulously tailored shirt and trousers that fit him exactly, and beautifully-tended couture shoes.” He then gestures at himself. “I bought everything off one page in a Lands End catalogue six years ago and have washed it once a week since then.”
I don’t want to bring my nicest clothes just to schlep around unfamiliar territory in and possibly lose stuff, but I also don’t want to look like a dumb yokel.
Spoiler alert: I’m going to look like a dumb yokel.
(Word to the wise: as a former Soviet republic, Kyrgyzstan seems to be filled with rail-thin, glossy-haired women in spike heels, despite the dearth of paved streets, as far as I can tell. Some of them are also archers and stunt-horseback riders. Apparently simultaneously. You think, like, rural idyll, but somehow everything the Soviets touch ends up filled with unrealistically fashionable women. I’m wishing I had time for a mani/pedi before I go.)
Oh ALSO: torn/mended clothing is a cultural taboo. Guess what’s in fashion in US plus size stores? Distressed denim. HA HA HA.
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