I just finished Weiner's latest, and I loved it (got me through a sad family loss, in fact), but that's not what this post is about. The truth is that I am a little shy about rhapsodizing about my favorite authors in venues where they actually might stumble on me fan-girling. I have a mash letter started, to a favorite author who managed to actually change the course of my life with her latest book last spring, but I doubt I'll ever send it - too stalkery somehow, too tongue-tied/abashed/I-feel-thirteen-and-awkward ish.
But we're not talking about writing today. And we're not talking about being brave even when the haters show their ugly, ugly faces, either, even though Weiner should be your hero too for her courage. (Fuck you, Andrew Goldman, as well as anyone who continues to answer every brave woman's demand for respect by implying they're too ugly to invite sexual interest.) (Oops, sorry, got distracted.)
Today we are talking about Fashion. In what was probably a cheeky response to the recent furor, the NYT Styles section column "What I wore" - which usually features wealthy and stick-thin men and women describing their couture choices for swanning about town - featured Weiner talking about her fashion choices for a week. It may be the first time anyone featured in that column copped to wearing anything purchased at Lands End or Old Navy. I practically fell out of my airport gate area chair at the conclusion...
"Woke up and threw on Marni peep-toe black leather bootees, Helmut Lang leather leggings, a Catherine Malandrino crocheted tank, a vintage Balmain scarf and my Chanel glazed-calfskin bag.
Ha! I actually wore my old faithful Lands’ End black one-piece, Eileen Fisher light-blue linen tunic and San Diego Hat Company hat for a walk on the beach, a dip in the bay, a swim in the pool, a trip to the post office, writing and then clamming on the beach: 35 clams!"