[I’m not sure how low I’m stooping by re-posting stuff from Facebook on my blog; likely very low. But, see, there’s not a complete overlap between my blog readership and my Facebook friends, yet. Perhaps it could be said that frumpy is as frumpy does . . .]
I like to look at pictures of trendy clothes and imagine how they could be adapted to be wearable for someone like me (i.e. older than 15 and larger than a size 2,) but I just realized that what I’m actually doing is figuring out how to water down the stylishness of clothes until they’re suitably frumpy and out of date.
Because I’m merciless to deceased equines, I feel the need to point out a difference between being grungy and being frumpy: being grungy is a state it’s easy for a young person to slip into when she (or, particularly, he) rebels against or ignores the hygiene edicts and traditions of authoritarian adults, or if he is just too busy taking drugs to care. Since contemporary fashion is all about youth culture, it’s easy to see how grunge was able to stake a claim in the fashion world (and I think its influence persists.) Frumpiness, however, is mostly the territory of middle-aged women who may be trying to look nice but can’t manage any better. Grunge is about not trying; frump is about trying and not succeeding. It’s therefore my belief that frumpiness will never rise to prominence in the realm of fashion. (No matter how much some of us might wish it so.)