If you want to get to know yourself and the people around you much better than you would ever expect, my suggestion is that you open a fashion blog.
It has been a little bit more than a month since I started mine and I already see some friends staring at me a little bit appalled. They haven’t got to the point of openly asking it yet, but I can clearly see this question taking shape in their minds:
“How does it come that a former lawyer, somebody who has ever been watching closely the Italian and foreign politics, who made her own opinion on the political position of the UE toward the refugees and on the USA – Saudi Arabia relations, all of a sudden turns into a fashion blogger whose interests don’t stretch farther than the last Issey Miyake’s fashion show? Isn’t she bored of writing about shoes, accessories and birthday parties?” 😳
I guess if this blog were about art and design it would appear more “dignified”, if you know what I mean, but accepting the fact that somebody you had ever considered a sensible person all at once may turn into a fashion addicted erinni the brain the size of a pea is all another kettle of fish.
It’s the futility intrinsic to spending your days thinking exclusively of clothing and parties and shopping that scare some of my friends out of their wits.
Of course this is not the case and one thing doesn’t exclude the other (but it takes way more time and effort to write a well documented post on last Thursday’s Draghi’s conference or on Janet Yellen’s intention to raise the interest rates by the end of the year, not to mention the recent terrorist attacks in Lebabon and France and the almost 2000 people slaughtered in Nigeria), but how does it come – I wondered – that people here in Italy tend to have such a strong bias against futility?
I mean, nobody ever asked me how I could not be bored to keep on writing about mergers by absorption, to mention one (and I was. You can’t imagine to what extent I was 😱), why all this fuss about clothing and lifestyle?
At the end of the day fashion and glamour represent a core sector of our economics and are probably something we should invest more on – together with tourism – in order to boost an economic renaissance that is taking forever to get a foothold.
And, more, how does it come that – when it comes to fashion bloggers – people my age take it for granted that they are a pack of idiots?
I mean, I never gave Chiara Ferragni and all the lot of the fashion bloggers a single thought before, but actually it’s undeniable that the kid is only 28 and her blog (http://www.theblondesalad.com/) is worth some 12mio$ which is way more than I – and many of my friends for that matter – could possibly imagine earning. According to my experience as a lawyer, 12mio$ per year is not a turnover you make by mistake – because you’re a dumb blonde, but, oh, so lucky – it’s a good business project, wise management and hard work, so maybe she’s not such an idiot, is she?
As I may have already happened to say, to me it all depends on the fact that we are a country with a very deeply rooted sense of Catholic morality. We just tend to consider that spending time and money on something so ephemeral and superficial (in the very sense that it pertains to the outward appearance) instead of nourishing our souls and spirits, is despicable… I guess at least.
But the very discovery is that I realised that, whatever people think, I couldn’t care less. In a sense that I don’t feel the need to prove myself different or better or cleverer than what they think in the least. It really made my day: after a lifetime spent worrying about what people may think or say, today I’m 43, am an expat wife and staying at home mum, I’m literally mad about shoes, I’m having fun writing my dumb blog and I couldn’t care less if people think I’m an idiot. OMG what a riddance, what a relief!
Guys, ageing sucks under many stand points, but definitely has its positive aspects, really.