This Time It's Personal

What Grinds My Gears: God Forbid She Be A Lady

Warning: Posts in this segment may contain language that is inappropriate and/or offensive to some readers.

geahs3Welcome to a part of my blog that I like to call “What Grinds My Gears”. I stole this idea from an episode of “Family Guy” where Peter Griffin has a segment on the local news and he says: “You know what really grinds my geeeaaahs?” Then he talks about something that annoys him.

This is MY segment on what really grinds my gears. As sweet and as nice of a person as I try to be, there are a lot of things that grind my gears. So I should never run out of topics for this segment. 🙂


You know what really grinds my gears? When I go out dressed like a lady and I get weird looks and snickers.  Yes, I am the first one to admit that my wardrobe choices are decidedly “dated” and yes, I know I stand out from today’s crowd when I dress like I just walked out of 1959. BUT! Do people have to be rude about it? It’s one thing to get a few head turners or double-takes. I expect that. But when people are flat out rude about it, it really grinds my gears!

Last week I went out with my family for an early dinner at a local restaurant in the wine country. I was dressed in a beautiful turquoise, vintage circa late 50’s/early 60’s linen wiggle dress which I accessorized with a silk scarf and some white gloves. We were sitting outside so I wore my sunglasses. Dinner was uneventful enough and the patio was filled with chattering patrons. When I got up to leave after dinner, the table to our left on the way out literally STOPPED talking and all four people stared at me. I could just feel their eyes on me in the thick of the uncomfortable silence. One of the men made a face and the two females were snickering.

Now this would not be so bad, except let me explain who these people were. The two men were in their 50’s and their two female companions were in their 20’s. The girls were wearing the cheapest, sluttiest dresses you can imagine, which is not uncommon, but this was a nice restaurant and they looked like they should be standing on a street corner somewhere. Their dresses barely fell past their crotches and one of them practically had the thin material up the crack of her ass. They looked like they bought their clothes out of the bargain bin at Forever 21. Of course, they had smoking hot bodies, but other than that, they were just two dime store Barbie dolls out with their Sugar Daddies. And here I am, older, yes, and even when I was young I was never very sexy… but at least I dress like a lady. I mean, can you believe the nerve of those two tawdry whores laughing at the way I fucking dress myself?

One of the things I love about retro 50’s/early 60’s clothes is that they were classy.  Stylish, cute, romantic and classy. By today’s standards dressing classy and stylish is considered odd and unattractive. What a shame. But I’m not going to change my wardrobe for today’s idea of beautiful.

The legendary Grace Kelly said it best: “Your dresses should be tight enough to show you’re a woman, and loose enough to show you’re a lady.”

Good advice, Princess. Too bad that somehow over time, women fell off the Class Wagon and into the same gutter that Miley got her tweaking costume from!

Well, that about concludes this segment of “What Grinds My Gears”. Thanks for reading and until next time, don’t ever underestimate the power of a classy vintage outfit.


Vintage linen dress, no label, Thomas Kincaid scarf, shoes by Restricted. Sunglasses by Nine West.


“What Grinds My Gears” is a division of “This Time It’s Personal” and will not be re-posted anywhere.

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