A lot, it seems.
(I've decided not to write the typical con/weekend report, but concentrate on a few topics that came up as a result of -)
Corsets. Hooooookay.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm out of the loop on this one, but thanks to my theater arts background, not completely ignorant. Which means, I can look at a girl in a corset and go "yeah, that works - and I know why" - and at the same time, go "glad she's wearing it."
Thinking back to when I was forming opinions on fashion, the hemlines had just recently dropped from their micro-mini 1974 heights to just below the knees (not all bad, remember the hankerchief hemlines and sleeves?), with the optional slit up to mid-thigh or trumpet flares that demurely exposed the knees as you fluttered by.
Bras? Are you nuts? Let 'em hang where they may - but the favored neckline was again - demurely - the sweetheart, and the pussycat collar was the norm. That's buttoned up to your throat with a huuuuuge ass bow under your chin pussycat. Victoria still had a secret and JC Penney is where you got your undies. White, beige or black (which nobody in their right mind got - you couldn't wear that color under anything lighter, and Mom wouldn't allow black. No, I'm not kidding).
So a proper foundation wasn't much more than what you had walking in the door. Underalls were the newest thing - look, no panty lines! W00t! I'm not wearing pants!
And then add the fact I come from a family of medical professionals - and I read my mother's nursing manuals and her professional journals. No, I did. Mom thought it odd too - I found it fascinating. I know a whole lot more about colostomy care than any 17 year old had a right to know in 1976, but there you go -
So I knew all about things like this:

Because the lower five ribs are not attached to the sternum (breast bone), the human torso can be shaped by various techniques to produce a waistline of desirable and alluring contours. Introduced in Europe during the fifteenth century, corsets began as tightly wrapped bandages. Over the next four centuries, corsetry evolved to include stays (boards) and strings for extra-tight lacing. Respectable and virtuous Victorian women wore corsets; an "unlaced woman" (as opposed to "straight-laced") was thought to be a vessel of sin. In a desperate attempt to achieve the ideal, some women had their lower ribs surgically removed.
"Corset diseases" such as fainting, hemorrhoids, coughing, and palpitations plagued many fashionable women. Corsets could displace internal organs and cause pulmonary disease, and occasionally led to miscarriages. They were eventually replaced in the 1930s by less constricting, but still reshaping, girdles.
I'll be honest, I'm pulling from one of the few sources I could find that didn't offer corsets for sale on the internet - what I find amusing/ironic is the opinion today that corsets are SEXAY in the extreme while the historical reason people wore these things in the first place couldn't be further from it.
Ribs removed. Pulmonary disease. Uh, that's where you've restricted blood flow through enough of your body that the pressure deforms your freaking heart and lungs, disease.
Corsets. Yeah. Sign me up.
But, properly done - wow.
And some historical costumes demand them.
But - a science fiction convention? It's been a long time since I heard "you going to Loscon?" so often. Spaceships, plans for the future and all that jazz.
Well, they look hot - done properly. But I believe I reached my breaking point when I fast discovered that not every body can wear a corset. Matter of fact, even the bones of the strongest steel have a weight limit.
Anime congoers, you know what I mean by there should be a weight limit on spandex.
Watching a large number of 450 - 500 lb. women wearing corsets verged on the jaw-dropping. I don't get it.
I'm trying to be gentle. I'm not talking about women between 150 to even 300 lbs.
These folks were in the dealer's room. Take a look under "Victorian Corset." The model is a size 24. The company is committed to making clothes to fit everyone, there's no complaint there whatsoever - but triple that model's size. (BTW, I'm making shameless use of these folks' website to provide an illustration - they're terrific people and power to them.)
The corset did nothing to change her shape. She looked like a meatball in satin-and-boned traction.
And she wasn't alone.
I don't think furries twigged me like they did. Smelly otaku, fine, narsty - but there's something about the oblivious self-injury, delusional quality of that image that has stuck like none other from this weekend.
Some of the other, older fen were doing the doubletake like I was - and you could also see lips curling. Because in a lot of cases, the woman in question had also turned her body into a graphic novel and had so many pieces of metal piecing various parts of anatomy, you wondered if they moonlighted as a radio antenna.
She's already shown that she prefers self-mutilation and has no self-respect. It's all right for her to hurt herself, she doesn't know any better. Case closed.
THAT should bug anyone. Welcome to "It's acceptable if you agree with me" BayCon.
If someone asked my opinion? "You're too heavy for that garment. You asked."
Observation of the weekend. Your mileage may vary.
(I've decided not to write the typical con/weekend report, but concentrate on a few topics that came up as a result of -)
Corsets. Hooooookay.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm out of the loop on this one, but thanks to my theater arts background, not completely ignorant. Which means, I can look at a girl in a corset and go "yeah, that works - and I know why" - and at the same time, go "glad she's wearing it."
Thinking back to when I was forming opinions on fashion, the hemlines had just recently dropped from their micro-mini 1974 heights to just below the knees (not all bad, remember the hankerchief hemlines and sleeves?), with the optional slit up to mid-thigh or trumpet flares that demurely exposed the knees as you fluttered by.
Bras? Are you nuts? Let 'em hang where they may - but the favored neckline was again - demurely - the sweetheart, and the pussycat collar was the norm. That's buttoned up to your throat with a huuuuuge ass bow under your chin pussycat. Victoria still had a secret and JC Penney is where you got your undies. White, beige or black (which nobody in their right mind got - you couldn't wear that color under anything lighter, and Mom wouldn't allow black. No, I'm not kidding).
So a proper foundation wasn't much more than what you had walking in the door. Underalls were the newest thing - look, no panty lines! W00t! I'm not wearing pants!
And then add the fact I come from a family of medical professionals - and I read my mother's nursing manuals and her professional journals. No, I did. Mom thought it odd too - I found it fascinating. I know a whole lot more about colostomy care than any 17 year old had a right to know in 1976, but there you go -
So I knew all about things like this:

Because the lower five ribs are not attached to the sternum (breast bone), the human torso can be shaped by various techniques to produce a waistline of desirable and alluring contours. Introduced in Europe during the fifteenth century, corsets began as tightly wrapped bandages. Over the next four centuries, corsetry evolved to include stays (boards) and strings for extra-tight lacing. Respectable and virtuous Victorian women wore corsets; an "unlaced woman" (as opposed to "straight-laced") was thought to be a vessel of sin. In a desperate attempt to achieve the ideal, some women had their lower ribs surgically removed.
"Corset diseases" such as fainting, hemorrhoids, coughing, and palpitations plagued many fashionable women. Corsets could displace internal organs and cause pulmonary disease, and occasionally led to miscarriages. They were eventually replaced in the 1930s by less constricting, but still reshaping, girdles.
I'll be honest, I'm pulling from one of the few sources I could find that didn't offer corsets for sale on the internet - what I find amusing/ironic is the opinion today that corsets are SEXAY in the extreme while the historical reason people wore these things in the first place couldn't be further from it.
Ribs removed. Pulmonary disease. Uh, that's where you've restricted blood flow through enough of your body that the pressure deforms your freaking heart and lungs, disease.
Corsets. Yeah. Sign me up.
But, properly done - wow.
And some historical costumes demand them.
But - a science fiction convention? It's been a long time since I heard "you going to Loscon?" so often. Spaceships, plans for the future and all that jazz.
Well, they look hot - done properly. But I believe I reached my breaking point when I fast discovered that not every body can wear a corset. Matter of fact, even the bones of the strongest steel have a weight limit.
Anime congoers, you know what I mean by there should be a weight limit on spandex.
Watching a large number of 450 - 500 lb. women wearing corsets verged on the jaw-dropping. I don't get it.
I'm trying to be gentle. I'm not talking about women between 150 to even 300 lbs.
These folks were in the dealer's room. Take a look under "Victorian Corset." The model is a size 24. The company is committed to making clothes to fit everyone, there's no complaint there whatsoever - but triple that model's size. (BTW, I'm making shameless use of these folks' website to provide an illustration - they're terrific people and power to them.)
The corset did nothing to change her shape. She looked like a meatball in satin-and-boned traction.
And she wasn't alone.
I don't think furries twigged me like they did. Smelly otaku, fine, narsty - but there's something about the oblivious self-injury, delusional quality of that image that has stuck like none other from this weekend.
Some of the other, older fen were doing the doubletake like I was - and you could also see lips curling. Because in a lot of cases, the woman in question had also turned her body into a graphic novel and had so many pieces of metal piecing various parts of anatomy, you wondered if they moonlighted as a radio antenna.
She's already shown that she prefers self-mutilation and has no self-respect. It's all right for her to hurt herself, she doesn't know any better. Case closed.
THAT should bug anyone. Welcome to "It's acceptable if you agree with me" BayCon.
If someone asked my opinion? "You're too heavy for that garment. You asked."
Observation of the weekend. Your mileage may vary.
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Date: 2004-06-01 04:42 pm (UTC)Sorry, but I feel that assessment of consensual body art is utter bullshit. Would you prefer everyone were one of the Stepford Wife?
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Date: 2004-06-01 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 08:02 pm (UTC)I might think it was interesting - but I wasn't going to come to snap conclusions over it like some of the older folks (older than me, what a concept) were - and dismiss them out of hand.
I'm glad it worries someone else besides me, lemme tellya.
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Date: 2004-06-01 08:11 pm (UTC)As long as no one tries to shove it at me, I'm fine...
...but I do wonder what goes into someone's mind when they decide to split their peener in half..
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Date: 2004-06-01 08:36 pm (UTC)I've seen pictures of a labia that had been punched and riveted to allow lacing and a padlock. It's someone else's thing - me, I can't even countenance piercing my ears. It looks nice, but when I think of doing it myself, I can't imagine it.
I think a lot of tattoos are cool, but the only way I'd decorate my body that way would be with something washable.
It's the wondering that keeps the mind working, I think. Just backing away and running is never a good plan. Even the people who deal with snakebites study snakes.
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Date: 2004-06-01 08:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 09:53 pm (UTC)I was more puzzled about it at one time.. personally I still plan to have no metal other than in my ears.. but I've gone and gotten one tattoo, and am pondering more.
I'm a wimp.. but the tat I got on my shin actually didn't hurt worse than bad sunburn. I can deal with that :)
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Date: 2004-06-01 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 05:00 pm (UTC)I will always remember a custom-built corset I saw at DragonCon one year; it was on a lovely redhead who was probably about a size 12 or 14, but who was cursed with breasts bigger than a large man's head. The corset probably provided better and more comfortable back and breast support than most other clothing for her ever would, but the effect was still a little startling - breasts could literally enter the room well before she did, and she could have provided shelter from rain and sun to a large midget. Still, the waist wasn't laced in to a ridiculous extent, just supportive, and if I had to stand all day running a booth in the dealer's room, I'd have worn it, too.
I remember a person from a few years ago at BayCon who, I swear, this woman must have been well over 500 pounds. Not in a corset, thankfully, but instead appeared to be wearing a couple of sheets. We found ourselves helplessly calling her the White Whale, especially after the medically horrifying sight of this woman propped in a loveseat in the hallway, asleep, snoring, and with frequent attacks of apnea. If your body is already under that much stress, lady, sleep on a damn bed! It's not like there weren't cheap hotel rooms in the vicinity! And now I'm forced to wonder (since, when she was awake, this creature was spotted in the company of others almost as large) if this was the same person.
I like women of size. I'm not one myself, but my mother is, and many of my friends are and have been. Women of figure are often more attractive to me. But there is a point at which it's just medically unsound, and when people don't do a damn thing to arrest their slow, whale-like slide into diabetes, heart failure, and a nasty sort of death that will be a burden on all those around you... it's just really horrible and off-putting. Piercings can heal up, usually; really bad tattoos could be covered or removed. There's only so many heart transplants one person should deserve.
Fandom sometimes takes the "accept all fans" to an extreme, including rejecting everything "normal", stuff like basic good health practices, hygiene, and manners. It's my least favorite aspect of fen.
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Date: 2004-06-01 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 05:02 pm (UTC)I do agree however that there are those who should not be wearing one, it doesn't do anything flattering for them.
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Date: 2004-06-01 08:11 pm (UTC)I was looking for some of the early radiographs they took of women who had been corseted since early puberty - I've seen them, and they are as frightening as the ones I saw of a woman who'd had "lily feet."
Imagine wearing a corset while pregnant - and only allowed to remove it once in labor.
Today, they're a fashion statement - as long it isn't taken to extremes.
"Done properly." Oh hells yes.
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Date: 2004-06-01 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 05:46 pm (UTC)I don't tend to go to LosCon m'self. But I know of plenty of people in the local area that do.
C.
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Date: 2004-06-01 06:09 pm (UTC)And here all this time, I thought it was just -my- mom who was like that! ^_^;;
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Date: 2004-06-01 08:12 pm (UTC)Love her dearly, but I'm so grateful I had a Swiss granny - she thought white underwear looking boring on the clothesline and bought Cliff every color under the rainbow, including leopard print. Her grandson.
I still miss her.
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Date: 2004-06-01 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 09:00 pm (UTC)Neither one's appropriate for tightlacing. In fact, the instructions that came with the cream silk one specifically said NOT to lace it too tightly
I have a friend who is probably somewhere around 300 pounds and she looks good in an Xcentricities corset, too, but then, S. has a waistline anyway. I don't think I've personally seen a larger woman than she in one.
It's not comfortable, and for comfort (and back support) I far prefer my Ren Faire bodice to my corsets, elegant though the latter may be.
The bodice is by Dianne Longdo of The Dye Spot, and it has no bones at all. It's canvas with really strong seams. It gives cleavage (or more cleavage, in my case) without restricting the internal organs. I can wear it all day long without discomfort, something I cannot say of a corset or waist cincher.
So why am I going to have Xcentricities make me a leather corset-dress when I can afford it? Because I *want* to, and because it's a form of clothes bondage. It won't be something I wear often, and will be more used for play than anything else.
Xcentricities was at Norwescon, too; they generally are, I think. We got a purple silk corset for
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Date: 2004-06-01 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 10:49 pm (UTC)I don't weigh 500 pounds, and if I did, I probably wouldn't wear a corset. But I tend to cut those who do some slack, because their freedom to wear something they like (even if I think it's unsuitable for them) translates into my freedom to wear something I think is sexy or pretty even though I don't look like a fashion model.
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Date: 2004-06-02 07:47 am (UTC)It may make me wonder, but when it makes you angry, wait a second. I can ponder at length - but to get adversarial, something more is required.
A 500 lb woman in a corset does not elimate 22-yr old male dinks with more testosterone than brains and provide them with the rudiments of compassion. It doesn't.
Not too long ago, I heard a paraplegic got slapped by an elderly woman for "letting themself been seen in public." (Missing both legs, and all fingers since birth.) Go stupid lady. Huh?
I'm afraid any time someone has had *any* issue with me, the WTF factor has overridden any hurt feelings until long, long after. I just never understood the mechanism.
And it rarely has much to do with the subject at hand; it has far more to do with the character of the person spewing the comments.
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Date: 2004-06-03 09:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-03 12:44 pm (UTC)Is it rude to be honest? Well, I'll admit I am honest to be point of cruelty sometimes. Fully aware of it, too.
But I don't go around calling random women "fat cows" either. That kind of behavior intends injury - and I don't think someone's choice has anything to do with it.
Rude, mean, malicious - subject matter has nothing to do with it. There are just some people who know they can skewer people with words - and do so, just to watch them jump.
Sickening.
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Date: 2004-06-02 06:19 pm (UTC)I discovered the benefits of a corset that is not laced for serious reshaping on someone who is built like me.
You see, I have a very oversized chest. Believe you me, a HH size means lower back problems every moment of every day of your life. Lower back pain has been such a daily companion that I no longer even consciously notice that it's constantly there unless I stop and think about it, or it gets actively worse because I'm putting additional strain on it with what I'm doing. From day to day, the pain has become a constant background noise, not particularly noticed but nibbling annoyingly at the edges of conscious thought.
Then I tried on that corset, and for the first time since I began developing this oversized chest, I had no back pain. I didn't want to remove that corset, ever. I couldn't afford it, but I wanted it very badly.
Since then, I've been obsessed with having a corset. I know now what I did when I was a kid, what it feels like not to have lower back pain from the time I get up until sometime after I go to bed. So, while I agree with you on the hard reshaping of bodies, I do think that corsets sometimes have their place and their benefits beyond reshaping.
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Date: 2004-06-03 12:47 pm (UTC)Hon, whatever people wear under the clothes to make things work is none of my business - and I doubt it would ever occur to me.
Go Google "medical corset" and you'll find in you're in very good company.