Fun as it is to abbreviate the Fight the Frump carnival as F the F, I can’t in all good conscience aspire to fighting the frump. I’m much more inclined to embrace the frump, and after much soul-searching perusal of others’ F the F posts, I’ve figured out why. Specifically, this post by The Queen Mum, the gist of which is that women who choose to fight the frump should not be dissuaded by bitter jealous frumpies who might think that you think that you’re better than them.
Because they know you are better than them, if you fight the frump. Hey, I resent resemble that.
I love Fussy’s tagline, “We can’t both look good. It’s me or the house.” Because there’s nothing better than another good reason to ignore the house. But I have to take it a step further and tell you that it’s me (my appearance) or me (my brain), and if you could see the state of my marbles, you’d agree that I should spend 110% of my energy trying to fight that battle. So here’s to embracing the frump, with fond hopes that someday I’ll think straight enough to get to how I look.
Seriously, though (and I can be serious, with all that energy directed mentally), I think the reason I embrace the frump is because I’m afraid not to. If I obviously look like I’m not trying, then who knows? I might be gorgeous. I might look like Liv Tyler on a good day, and the only reason you’ll never know is because I love my flip-flops and exercise pants beyond reason. Better to leave you in suspense than to get myself dolled up and remove all doubt.
And while I’m telling you how much I’m glad to have met Fussy internetally, I have a confession. I’m Jane, and besides all the other great blogs I love, I’m a Dooce-aholic. I love Dooce, who is also loved by Fussy and Bossy. If they (Fussy and Bossy) don’t know I exist, and Dooce doesn’t know that they exist, if a tree falls in the internet, do I exist?
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Update
Ok, I’m a dork. That was probably obvious, but here’s why I’m specifically a dork today. I wrote this for Fight the Frump two weeks ago, but got it done on what might be called “Saturday” instead of “Friday,” but only by those picky enough to think of midnight as the cutoff. This is why (I tell myself) it didn’t get any notice from the other Fussy carnival-ers. I felt so bad, I took it down. I know, Dork. So here it is again. Giving it one last chance. And if nobody still doesn’t like it (?), I’ll somehow think up a real Fight the Frump tip for next week. Even if I have to go get a makeover.
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This made me smile and laugh!
I love the pictures at the top of your blog.
Hey there Chickie! I took notice of it!
I hope you don’t think that I was looking down on those who choose to embrace the frump. I don’t! It’s just that I choose to FtF and I get tired of other moms who give me dirty looks for breaking some “mom code” that says you should only be grocery shopping at 11:00am on a Tuesday of you are wearing yoga pants and have your hair in a ponytail.
As for the “not getting noticed” by the others…it’s all in the timing. I think that you have to have your post up and linked by lunch if you want anyone to see it. Especially when Fussy does some of her longer posts and the FtF one scrolls right off the front page within a day!
You are a riot!
“Better to leave you in suspense than to get myself dolled up and remove all doubt.”
Thanks for the grin.
I LOVE it that you are “cool” being you. I bet you are not near as frumpy as you want us to believe.
This was a cute post! There’s something to be said for loving your Frump! I try to keep my post about “offbeat” things - Not about wearing more makeup, but about getting enough sleep… For example.
We can wait patiently for the reveal - whenever it will be! LOL!
*snort* *giggle* sometimes I wonder why I try and fight the frump(with the goats and all) but than I remember how good I feel now that I found my hair and such.
Come on take the first step, reveal the non-frumpy you! You can do it I know you can. If you want to wear your exercise pants and flip-flos around the house that will be ok, I mean I do wear my sweatpants around the house. Just try not to take it out of the house. Unless your going to the Gym and then I’ll give you a pass.
Love the pictures at the top of your page, very Non-Frumpy.
Funny girl. I’ve done the same thing; yay for you for re-posting. This is what I think; there’s frumpy, and then there’s practical. It is possible to be gorgeous in flip flops and sweats!
For all of you who don’t know Jane in person - she is gorgeous even during her “frumpy” times. While true that she doesn’t wear make-up much or spend millions on beauty products - she doesn’t need it! Jane, I didn’t hear anyone mention how non-frumpy you look in the blog header photos. You think they can tell that tiny, obviously young girl could not have born 3 children and that it must be someone else?
I can relate to all of this. I know I went through a time (even still) when I figured I’d rather look bad and let other people wonder about how fabulous I could look, rather than prove it…
cute post. and I LOVE your header!
xo ~K
looking TOWARDS, not toards… *snort*
All I know is that I hear you here “Better to leave you in suspense than to get myself dolled up and remove all doubt.”
and you look decidedly unfrumpy in your blog header!
Too funny. No make over needed. This was funny. Whatever works…
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