Re-Entry

8 August 2025

Decades ago, I was advised by an older person, a man of professional credentials whom I admired:

“It’s best not to date yourself.”

“Why not?”  I replied.  “I’m just about the only person I get along with.”

Of course, the expression, or turn-of-phrase, was then explained to me, and I found that statement to be even more ridiculous.  The concept of staying stuck in a groove, a rut, a specific time-frame made no sense to me.  I was moving too fast from one place to the next, from one slip-shod situation to the next, for much of any era to rub off on me!

During the past decade, though, I’ve come to fully appreciate the original intent of that saying.

I don’t know if the “visuals” before my eyes were intended or not, but I got a more than ample dose of Disco Queens stuck in the Carter-era, 1990s Professional Women who turned out not to be professional, or women, 2000s Boho Chic that’s just plain silly.

It’s hard to Date Yourself when you’ve been financially reduced to buying discount clothing that are Only the Basics; and that situation was mine for many many many years, so many that I excelled at the survival skill.  To this day, I still have a hard time leaving the thrill of the Discount Hunt behind me.  Buying on sale was a childhood necessity that became an unshakeable norm for me. That nurturing practice has been aided, and abetted, by my wonderful Dutch and Scots genes, combined, to create a very practical creative genius!

Waste not, want not.  Thrift is a moral imperative!

By “Only the Basics”, I mean those traditional pieces of garb that vanished during 2008 with the onslaught of the Obama Recession that got blamed on His Predecessor.  The overpriced elitist designer crap was not selling anymore, so why bother manufacturing for the masses???  They don’t matter anyway!

Yup, the Basics were the first things to go from American Apparel.  They really didn’t make a come-back until . . . this past week????

Today, I mark the Day of Re-Entry for me into the World of Feminine Fashion — the way it used to be — before the act of Wearing Clothes became a Political Statement.  If there is one aspect of life that ought not to have ever become politicized — and therefore it was the first to reek of the foul-smelling phoniness — it is Dressing the Body, aka the temple of the Lord.

Many have been the times when I’ve visually re-enacted that rather wrathful act of Jesus in the temple, chasing out the money-lenders.  With the globalist clothing-corporations, the money-lenders mutated into money-launderers.

I basically took an entire decade off from Following Trends, in fashion, makeup, and shoes, because I couldn’t bear the sight of the vulgar toxic hypocrisy online.  I haven’t been in A Mall (Maul) since 2015, and my sense of how to dress for myself has only thrived.

What I’ve missed, however, is the seasonal preparation for autumn.  It’s an East Coast sensibility, one that I’ve never jettisoned from my childhood and adolescence.  For me, the start of school and the change of clothes shall always coincide with purchasing a few new items of attire.  During the past decade, I took a break from that tradition, most adamantly from 2020 onward.

And I felt a palpable sense of sadness come every August/September.  With so many real atrocities and appalling acts of lawlessness in America during the past six years, I thought of such personal concerns as petty.  Today, I realized that my awareness of the God-awful attitudes toward girls, women, Americans, patriots, God-fearing individuals in this country was spot-on in terms of the hoity-toity obscenity of the Corporate Apparel Retailer Blobs.

After spreading Patriot Scram on their websites for more than a decade, and doubling the depth of the offensive stuff during the past five-six years, these Globalist Rip-off Retailers are feeling the pinch of the Silent Majority who have boycotted the Chinese disposable wardrobe, the weirdness of woke, and the overall lunacy that comes from being controlled by the consultant class of idiots (one of the most corrupt clans to come along in quite a while).

It took one company that, to me, was just another youth-oriented Mall Store — American Eagle (Outfitters) to guide me toward my Re-Entry to clothes that are basic, fun, stylish, frivolous, feminine and non-exploitative of the human body.  The brands that had peddled their edgy “Bohemian” styles to adolescents have become online soft-porn sites.  The amount of cleavage and partial rear-ends shoved in-your-face, along with Multi-Culti, Tranny Heroin-Chic Re-dux on these websites is grotesque.

One major relaxer, as well as a visual source of down-time and imaginative wandering for me during my work of writing/editing/translation has been to peruse fashion online, past and present.  The past decade witnessed my research of What Once-Was, cause What Is became disgusting.  Tawdry, tacky, tasteless, boorish, and boring, but always deviant, those synthetic adornments of the human anatomy constituted, for me, immediate turnoffs and click-aways.  The Globalist Marketing Ghouls thought they had We the Women over a barrel for the worst part of the past decade:

Buy from us, or you won’t have anything to buy at all.

My steadfast response was:  “I’d rather wear a barrel than pay you to take part in this desecration of being a woman.”

I recall in 2017, the entirely justified hue-and-cry that No Fashion Designer Will Clothe Melania.

Guess what?  They weren’t clothing the rest of us either.

I was fine with the Fashion-for-One for a while, but then I asked myself:  What are the rest of us, chopped liver?

Until the autumn of 2024, there transpired an obvious and odious refusal by many major apparel companies to produce decent Basics, especially for the next generation of children in the USA.  You know, The Children.

Those innocent American youths who are the future, those youths who have been the excuse of every putrid politician to exploit everything good and honorable in this nation — they count too.

Re-entry into the Golden Era of America has just begun.  I hope The Children are among the first to discover natural fibers and the natural state of wearing clothes to outfit the temple of the Lord.