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The New Boy In Town

Marc by Marc Jacobs

We all know that life is oh so unfair, especially when it comes to our appearance and physiques. There are humans that eat more in one sitting than a pre-hibernation mother bear and still fit snugly into their skinny jeans. There are people like me, who look at food and gain weight. And, we all try our best despite the multiple unexplainable failures. This morning, I tried on at least 15 different outfits and still looked considerably less attractive than the disheveled faux-hippie looking sleepy eyed on the subway.

That’s unfair. But 19-year-old Andrej Pejic is a whole other story. Tall, svelte, perfect bone structure: what makes this model different from other ladies on the runway? Well, she is, in fact, a he: the half Serbian- half Croatian recently donned a wedding dress for Jean Paul Gautier and strutted the Vivienne Westwood catwalk. He’s been sought for editorials in Vogue and is now the new face of Marc by Marc Jacobs —all in womenswear. This boy is now the prettiest girl in town. And I’m laughing myself to tears as I throw my hands in the air, kick back into my chair, and reach for an ice cream tub of self-pity.

What does Andrej teach us? Nothing we haven’t already known (see first sentence) and the additional knowledge that life’s mischief la-dee-da’s over gender barriers. But we’ve known this too. I’ve long tried to ignore the fact that my brother has nicer legs than I do, but I surrender —he’ll be receiving every single pair of my toe-wrenching, high-heeled efforts for longer legs.

We can hate Andrej, or we can love to hate Andrej. The importance in this story is that a boy who used to work at McDonald’s (really, that’s where he was discovered) is becoming an international super star and gender bending while he’s at it. It means that there are different possibilities opening up for different people. And while I do retreat to a certain level of defeatism, there’s a part of me that likes being disproportionate, short, and imperfect. I like complaining and being awkward, it makes me feel human. After all, what would Andrej’s sensationalism and beautiful people in general mean without the beauty of normal people?

Besides, not even the incredible “femiman” icon can’t have it all. He recently said that if offered a contract with lingerie line, Victoria Secret, he would consider a sex change with a nice, perky set of breast implants. “You’d have to, wouldn’t you?” mused Pelic. “I couldn’t imagine doing it any other way.”

Well, you give and you take.

-youmi park



Photo: DaveBleasdale

In our Sex and Gender reporting class a few weeks ago, our professor gave us the advice to dress for success in the workplace.  Don’t be sloppy.  Put yourself together. I was reminded of this lesson when I read that today’s Idea of the Day on NYTimes.com is along the same vein, except it emphasizes fashion in every aspect of life, not just on the job.  Having recently hopped into the career world, I do agree that clothes are extremely important.  I have been judging people in the office left and right based on their appearance.  (Feel free to judge me for that.)  In New York, it’s tough not to feel a little pressure to look beautiful 24/7, as super-models and their emaciated wannabe’s are among us, trekking down the sidewalk just like JoSchmo and his messy-haired girlfriend.  And the Times is reinforcing this sentiment.  I have to say, though, that at 7:30 am when I fall out of bed to walk my dog in my glasses and slippers, I’m not on the prowl to impress the garbage man, my mut, or even that early-bird sexy next-door neighbor.  Yeah, “our clothes are our identity”–but is that really possible ALL THE TIME? Throw me a bone here (I’ll give it to my dog), and take off some of the immense pressure that comes from every direction in life.  You don’t have to look beautiful all the time.  As long as you know not to bring it to the office, we’re all allowed a day in baggy pants and a sweatshirt.  Clothes don’t make the person. They make a persona.

– Toni Cruthirds