MulletProof
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Yeah, the only way an impression interferes for me is when there's a lack of hygiene. Even then, I remember there was this man in an old job that obviously showered like 3-4 a week (outrageous in my book) and would wear the same clothes in a way that would make you wonder if he ever got home.. but he was wonderful, one of those rare politicians that are almost visionaires in many ways, and the moment people would see him, they'd speak so timidly to him even if they weren't sure of who he was.. he definitely had a way of impressing and accidentally intimidating that was more about the way he carried himself.
I love street food anyway, so I feel like no matter what I say, I'll just sound like a hypocrite.
One thing I believe in is that most people do express themselves through clothes, even as a way of fitting in or to showcase creativity, to not conform, to conform.. and this is regardless of their place in society.. it's an expression that's actually quite democratic, you see the same wishes of being a part of something in someone wealthy and in someone that eats every few days, except the way someone wealthy will dress tends to impress more easily a majority (those who are as wealthy or those who aspire to be as wealthy) whereas, because I assume no one wants to be poor, the poor man's look is detestable for most, any subculture that's born there (often associated with music and vandalism) has a dress code that is even condemned by society. And that's when impressions come into play.. tied to what we get impressed by, what we aspire to or what we don't want to acknowledge.
This takes me to certain impressions by people in services.. like where I live, people are likely to go back to a restaurant if they were served by someone white-ish and middle/upper-middle class-looking instead of a Chola. Because that's associated with cleanliness and safety. In high school I hung out with a girl that was/looked like a chola for an entire semester and I remember people asking me if I was going to have a meal that day too with my chola friend (sarcastically). She didn't talk to anyone but no one talked to her either, and because I hated everyone at that point, I decided to talk to her and she actually turned out to be quite possibly the only genuinely nice girl I met in high school.. the fact that she had greasy hair, no eyebrows, bad skin, awful English and hideous Spanish and an overall aggressive look had nothing to do with who she actually was.. I think she used to dress like that because she grew up in like the outskirts of Indio, I doubt she even knew how to use a knife for carrots.
I love street food anyway, so I feel like no matter what I say, I'll just sound like a hypocrite.
One thing I believe in is that most people do express themselves through clothes, even as a way of fitting in or to showcase creativity, to not conform, to conform.. and this is regardless of their place in society.. it's an expression that's actually quite democratic, you see the same wishes of being a part of something in someone wealthy and in someone that eats every few days, except the way someone wealthy will dress tends to impress more easily a majority (those who are as wealthy or those who aspire to be as wealthy) whereas, because I assume no one wants to be poor, the poor man's look is detestable for most, any subculture that's born there (often associated with music and vandalism) has a dress code that is even condemned by society. And that's when impressions come into play.. tied to what we get impressed by, what we aspire to or what we don't want to acknowledge.
This takes me to certain impressions by people in services.. like where I live, people are likely to go back to a restaurant if they were served by someone white-ish and middle/upper-middle class-looking instead of a Chola. Because that's associated with cleanliness and safety. In high school I hung out with a girl that was/looked like a chola for an entire semester and I remember people asking me if I was going to have a meal that day too with my chola friend (sarcastically). She didn't talk to anyone but no one talked to her either, and because I hated everyone at that point, I decided to talk to her and she actually turned out to be quite possibly the only genuinely nice girl I met in high school.. the fact that she had greasy hair, no eyebrows, bad skin, awful English and hideous Spanish and an overall aggressive look had nothing to do with who she actually was.. I think she used to dress like that because she grew up in like the outskirts of Indio, I doubt she even knew how to use a knife for carrots.
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