Earrings & Heels: Vintage
I have been sick for the past few days, but I managed to pull myself together for a new post today. I've been using my mother's camera which confuses me greatly. I have no idea why, but the amount of light used in flash mode varies and then I have to work with different levels of brightness/contrast in my photos. I tried to adjust them in photoshop, but they're still quite different. I feel like I have a motherly glow in the last shot haha oh well.
I always pull this Marilyn Monroe look out of my closet when I need some perking up. It's very delicate looking and it evokes the most charming solicitations and reactions from men. I get called Miss and they will go out of their way to open doors for me. The usual offensive cat calls are replaced with whistles (cat calls are those random comments/names that men shout out at women when they drive or walk by). It's interesting how we're programmed to respond to social cues with such alacrity. I enjoy taking full advantage of it. Like they say: act like a lady; make a man be a man.
This reminds me of an article I once read written by Steve Harvey. He had the most chivalrous things to say including:
"I teach my sons that they cannot get in the car until their mothers and sisters are in the car. I teach my sons that if I turn around and you are in that car and your mother and sisters are not in that car, I am crushing you because suppose something happens -- a dog attack or something -- and we are in the car and the girls are not, how can we protect them? So that can't happen."
That has got to be the sweetest thing ever. We need more men like Steve!