|November 28, 2015||Posted by The Dilly Chic under Uncategorized|
November is a good month indeed! Shopbop offers up to 25% off ALL ITEMS, even including already marked down items! This is no promo, just want to share this nice deal with all of you, cause I’m one of their partner bloggers and I’m nice. Shopbop is also one of my most favorite shopping site, since they offer stuff from brand names to lesser known names all in one place, curated regularly and they have an amazing fashion editor to style every single piece they sell. Be sure to check out Shopbop.com! Offer ends at 11:59pm PACIFIC TIME on November 30th.
-The Dilly Chic-
|May 10, 2015||Posted by The Dilly Chic under Uncategorized|
With the exception of X-Men movies. But mostly because they have some of my all time favorite actors (Hugh, Ellen, Ian, James -McAvoy not Marsden-, Michael) and the fact that I watched the cartoon series as a child. Tarantino’s movies score very high on my all-time favorites also (Tim Roth and Christoph Waltz must be relatives, I tell you!).
Anyway, here’s a blunt list of why I hate cheesy action movies:
1. Super cheesy one-liners, the stuff that I keep seeing on Marvel movies
2. Overly done boys. I mean, oh dear! Do you see the stuff on Chris Evans’ face on his movies? Are those 7 layers of foundation I’m seeing? I know he’s probably porcelain-ish on real life too, but this is SK-II ad material we’re seeing.
3. Less than mediocre acting. Talk about Stallone, Statham, Schwarzsxzeneggggah, and the gang.
4. Unbelievably over-amazing fantastic super skills, we’re talking Bourne and Bond here.
5. The cheap girls that fell to cheesy one-liners. I can’t even bear to give an example to this anymore.
Anyway, what ultimately concerns me is the fact that there are so many young kids aspiring to be the next Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, or spider-bitten Parker. They have absolutely no idea there are no wonderful CG and an awesome team of overworked graphic designers on their back. This perhaps can cause some distorted reality that knocks them right off the real world. They probably think chicks like Black Widow pop up if you become a hero or something. They’re not thinking about tracking down Johansson and smooth-talking her to bed in person, you know what I mean? Nor do they think about how badly they treat their girlfriends/boyfriends because nobody in the “real world” gives a shit. I can tell you this because way back then I thought if I studied enough and asserted myself properly I’ll be a doppelganger, no shit.
On the next post, I’ll tell you why I much much much much prefer both classic and modern dramas. They’re kind of an inspiration for my behaviors too!
NB: Good to see you again! Don’t leave me alone again, kay? I feel like talking to myself at times.
-The Dilly Chic-
|March 3, 2015||Posted by The Dilly Chic under Uncategorized|
March is a good month indeed! Shopbop offers up to 25% off ALL ITEMS, even including already marked down items! This is no promo, just want to share this nice deal with all of you, cause I’m one of their partner bloggers and I’m nice. Shopbop is also one of my most favorite shopping site, since they offer stuff from brand names to lesser known names all in one place, curated regularly and they have an amazing fashion editor to style every single piece they sell. Be sure to check this one out http://www.shopbop.com/ci/3/lp/discount-promo-coupon-code.html.
Addition to the good news, I’ll even share some of my current favorite items with you, just in case you’re wondering
New collections by Prabal Gurung:
Nixon watches (my current favorite brand for watches):
Lauren Merkin Handbags:
Sam Edelman’s shoes:
And pleeeeeenty more!! Also, Shopbop offers free shipping WORLDWIDE for every +$100 purchase and free shipping in the US for all items.
This might sound promo-ish but I really do love their site so I don’t mind overpromoting them. CHECK THEM OUT, NOW!
-The Dilly Chic-
|January 10, 2015||Posted by The Dilly Chic under Uncategorized|
I raised this topic mostly because I thought about this a lot lately, and even bothered by it a lot too. If you’re an insecure woman -which is all women- read on, please.
Many many years ago, my life was surrounded by exclusively women. My junior high and high school were all-girls. I was amongst one who give not a single fuck about dem boys, and one who was always late in “digging in” other people’s lives. Those just did not matter to me. Sure my boobs and hips grew at the same time and same pace as any other women, but my sense of insecurity and dissatisfaction definitely came late.
Back then, I cared about playing better guitar than my friend Erin, I cared about drawing better than Adine and Levi, I cared about making stupid jokes with Alonk and Marci, I cared about acting better in my theater group (now disbanded for fuck’s sake), I cared about laughing too loud with my group of unladylike girlfriends.
When university kicked in, I started to see things -other women and myself- as if I adopted men’s eyes. I see my over-the-trouser flap of fat, I see my friend’s slim legs and large chest, I see my own friends as live objects of men’s desire, I see the so called inner-beauty visible only to men’s eyes, and I envied the girls that were so popular and desirable by men. I see things as if they were objects, even myself, and it brought me into such a dark pit of insecurity that I despise myself for ever bringing up that topic to my head.
This issue wasn’t new, and it’s not popular anymore, but it still exists, and it haunts even the best of women. Of course, the “eyes of men” I was talking about is a general perspective of how a man sees a woman for the first time, you know, by the curves and bumps. A recent study unveiled that women actually also see each other in the same way a man sees a woman; through physical appearance first.
The problem with this perspective is, of course, it’s painful. It’s probably not harmful to the women you silently judge deep within (“OH DAYUM, WHAT SHE PLANNING AT WITH DAT CHEAP JUNK SHE CALL DRESS?!!”), but it’s self destructive at best. At first I thought I was the only insecure damsel that felt this, but I began to observe other women in their daily lives and am quite positive I’m not the only one. The judging game is a never ending battle, and even though you won’t be as popular or as pretty as “that girl” for a while, you can accept who you are. The accepting game is harder, but it’s a winnable battle.
That’s it for Part I, I’m tired of being melancholic. Gonna take a break now and mourn the death of fashion blogging. See you in Part II.
-The Dilly Chic-