Showing posts with label Zack Morris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zack Morris. Show all posts

Saturday, July 30, 2022

Preppy, Punky Pop of Pow

Shoes: Katy Perry Collection

Bag: SHEIN; Bangles: B Fabulous: Ring: Making Waves, Ocean City; Sunglasses: Amazon; Necklace: The Tote Trove; Headband: INC, Macy's

Skirt: Trixxi, Kohl's

Top: Nine West, Zulily

Skirt: Almost Famous, Kohl's

Purple Potpourri Necklace

Bag: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Shoes: Betsey Johnson, Macy's

Top: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's


Mint bracelet: H&M, Green bracelet: Parade of Shoes; Purple bracelet: Etsy; Other bracelets: So, Kohl's; Ring: Making Waves, Ocean City

Skirt: Bubblegum, Macy's

Blouse: Eyelash, Kohl's; Striped cami: So, Kohl's

Flower ring: Seahorse Designs, Etsy; Orange bangles: B Fabulous; Blue bangle: So, Kohl's; Sunglasses: Target; Heart ring: Claire's; Cake ring: Bead Passion, Etsy; Yellow bangle: Silver Linings, Ocean City; Colorful necklace: Francesca's; Yellow necklace: Sonoma, Kohl's; Bag: Lily Bloom, JCPenney

Cardigan: Merona, Target

Madden Girl shoes: Pink and yellow: Kohl's; Blue: Macy's

When I was in school, there were the preppy girls and the other girls.  And preppy always meant "dressed up."  It didn't matter if you were wearing a collegiate polo and khakis or a bright pink dress.  If you were pulled together in any way, then you were a preppie.  Just like Zack Morris.   

But that label never felt right to me.  Because in the ways that counted, I always felt like an "other."  Partly because preppy girls never talked to me (and yes, that's a reference to Weezer's "Beverly Hills," albeit in a platonic as opposed to romantic way).  Partly because, preferring to be alone, I never talked to them either.

Yet as I got older, it occurred to me that maybe I was a preppie, at least sometimes.  And that that was okay.  Because style is never just any one thing, but a whole bunch of wonderful everythings that in some way, shape, or form, say "I'm here."

And embracing that makes me feel like this:

So that's what today's outfits are all about.  Preppy blouses and skirts mixed with out-there accessories.  

Now, if only I could find a Zack Morris-style shirt.  One of his bright tees, of course, not a button-down. 

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Reboot Recruit: Saved by the Hair Gel (sponsored by Dep but not Johnny)

I scored these Saved by the Bell Uno cards from Amazon.  Because, as you know, I'm not above picking up a little something for the good of a post.  By the way, there's surprisingly little Bell merch on the market.  It was either this or an "I'm so excited!  I'm so excited!  I'm so scared!" mug, which, while hilarious, is hardly reflective of the entire cast.  But then, if you're anything like me or umpteen other '90s kids, then you already know that because you grew up watching the show and memorizing its every oddity.  You were on team Zack (Mark-Paul Gosselaar) or team Slater (Mario Lopez).  (Who am I kidding?  Everyone was on team Zack.)  You did your homework while you tuned in to the reruns that ran in the sweet spot between dismissal and dinner.  You heard the theme song when you ran to catch your own bus despite the knowledge that none of the Bayside kids ever took transportation less flash than a car.

So, as you can imagine, I was stoked to hear about the Saved by the Bell reboot, which is now available on NBCs streaming service, Peacock.  It begins thirty or so years after the end of the original show, which aired from 1989 to 1992.  An unsettlingly blond Governor Morris -- yes, Zack is now in charge of California -- has cut school funding so badly that low-income Douglas High is forced to close and bus its largely brown student body to lily white Bayside.  (To keep from hating on grown-up Zack, I had to remind myself that Gosselaar also plays the very likeable, in-touch-with-his-emotions, civil rights activist -- and I feel this is very important -- brunette father on ABC's Mixed-ish.)  This time, the show is narrated by a Latin American Douglas transfer student named Daisy (Haskiri Velazquez), dethroning Zack and celebrating the spirit of Jessie (Elizabeth Berkley).  (Not that Jessie's dead; stay tuned.)  Because as the show itself admits, Daisy is the new Jessie, an earnest girl who cares about doing what's right even when it's uncool.  Only now she's Latina and gets center stage instead of being sidelined.  Speaking of Jessie, she's there too (see, not dead!) as a PhD-toting author-slash-guidance counselor who has, as she puts it, "finally figured out her hair."  And Slater's the gym teacher and football coach.  Only he's more introspective (in response to a student's observation that he's Mexican, he wistfully says, "Yeah, no one ever asks me about that."), and he never ever calls Jessie "mama".  Although it's Daisy who voices the show, she's not without a Zack in her orbit.  As a new student, she's assigned a buddy named Mac (Mitchell Hoog), who just happens to be the spawn of Zack and Kelly.  A carbon copy of his entitled, prankster papa minus the charm, Mac is too busy hatching schemes to get to know do-gooder Daisy, much less lend her a hand.  At first.  But his almost cartoonish narcissism is a setup for the, if not nice, then at least enlightened guy he later tries to become.  Unfortunately, this version has no Mr. Belding (Dennis Haskins).  But John Michael Higgins's Principal Toddman is just as clueless and well-meaning, even going so far as to belt out a token "Hey, hey, hey, what is going on here?!"  Finally, there's one recognizable (and now very old!) teacher from the original show who reprises his own brand of out-of-touch-ness.

Unlike that weird last year with Tori, Saved by the Bell: The New Class, or even Saved by the Bell: The College Years, the reboot doesn't just capitalize on the momentum of a popular franchise.  It turns that franchise upside down and questions its values before putting it back right side up with a patronizing-I-still-love-you pat on the head.  Because Saved by the Bell may not have been 90210, but in its own way, it was just as much about privilege.  After all, it was narrated by golden boy Zack, a kid so powerful that he could stop the plot with a glib "Time out!".  Money was never a problem except in that episode where Kelly (Tiffani Thiessen) couldn't afford to go to the prom because her dad lost his job. Furthermore, racial issues seldom arose despite a semi-diverse cast that included Lark Voorhees's Lisa and Lopez's Slater.  Well, except for that time Zack got reprimanded for mocking a Native American.  And that time Jessie interrupted her own Fourth of July speech at the beach club to point out that we took this land from, once again, the Native Americans.  Of course, Bell had other problems.  For example, how could everyone spend so much time at The Max, or, for that matter, in Mr. Belding's office?  Why did all the (non-Screech) nerds look like they came straight from 1960s Central Casting?  How could the Zack-Kelly-Slater love triangle persist without hurting anyone?  Oh sure, it was silly and made no sense and was tricked out in neon colors that rivalled Malibu Barbie.  But that was just part of the fun.  Right?  Right?!    

The reboot, by contrast, takes a fresh look at high school, encompassing the struggles of students of all backgrounds and overturning stereotypes about how boys and girls should excel.  It even has a student, a super popular one, who's trans.  I think the best thing about it, though, is that it knows how to laugh at the original and, by extension, itself.  It's like a snarky Saved by the Bell super fan who's nostalgic for the good old days but has no illusions about their shortcomings.  That said, the Bell reboot isn't just a more realistic rendering of Bayside for our modern times.  It's funny, even when it's sad.  As Jessie's son Jamie (Belmont Cameli) says to Douglas transplant Aisha (Alycia Pascual-Pena):  

"If someone doesn't feel the same way about you as you feel about them, then it's not a good fun.  It's a sad fun.  Like a cruise."  

They say that becoming more socially aware means recognizing that there's something wrong with every pop culture thing you loved growing up.  And I think there's some truth to that.  So, does this mean that we should renounce the feel-good but fundamentally unfair slice of selective Americana that is Saved by the Bell?  Well . . . maybe.  I'd be lying if I said that I didn't still love it in all of its hair gel and campy teen splendor.  But I like the reboot too and want to hear the other side of the Bayside story, hopefully for at least one more season.  In a way, this new chapter is the bridge that makes sense of it all, a relevant re-imagining for my generation that's in step with what today's kids already know.

I'm into the old; I'm into the new.  But Kumbaya vibes aside, I still hate the new class.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Raising the Bar




Top: Delia's
Skirt: (a dress!) Kohl's
Shoes: Charles Albert, Alloy
Bag: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Belt: Tournier Everything's $10 store
Sunglasses: Rampage, Boscov's
Scarf: Wet Seal



 Pink Piano Barrettes

Camisole: Bisou Bisou, JCPenney
Dress: Macy's
Shoes: Worthington, JCPenney
Wallet: Betsey Johnson
Sunglasses: Cloud Nine, Ocean City




Dress: Arizona Jeans, JCPenney
Shoes: Dollhouse, Marshalls
Bag: Nine West, Boscov's
Belt: Wet Seal
Sunglasses: JCPenney

Sadly, this post is not about Zack Morris's first foray into TNT legal dramedies.  It's about how I once bought a bunch of French clip barrettes when I couldn't find alligator clips and how at first I thought they were awful.  I mean, you couldn't clip them to your blouse or purse strap or jacket -- only to your hair.  Talk about limiting!  But that was before I started parting my hair in the middle and pinning up each side, necessitating the need for two twin oblong somethings.  Once I got to work, it was hard to believe that I had ever found these bars, well, sub-par.  The long rectangles turned out to be the ideal canvases for all sorts of new designs: piano keys (Frankie Goes to Hollywood, relax!  They're not neckties :), ice cream scoops, raindrops, basically anything best displayed in a row! 


Me wearing my facsimile of the Sundae Sundae Sundae Barrettes.  You didn't think I'd put a for-sale item in my hair, did you?!

Monday, June 16, 2014

New Necklaces, New (Blog) Look




Tank: Boscov's
Tee: So, Kohl's
Skirt: Marshalls
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Fred Flare
Scarf: Gifted
Sunglasses: Mudd, Kohl's




Dress: Eric and Lani, Macy's
Shoes: BCBG, Macy's
Bag: Marshalls
Belt: Wet Seal
Sunglasses: Rampage, Boscov's




Dress: JCPenney
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Eleven Peacocks, Etsy
Belt: B Fabulous
Sunglasses: Relic, Kohl's





Dress: Candie's, Kohl's
Tee: So, Kohl's
Shoes: Betseyville, JCPenney
Bag: Bisou Bisou, JCPenney
Sunglasses: Kohl's
Scarf: Marshalls




Top: Merona, Target
Pants: Sears
Shoes: Guess, DSW
Bag: H&M
Belt: Marshalls
Sunglasses: JCPenney

Here's the second batch of necklaces I made with my Olivia Madison Company beads.  As I'd hoped, they're bigger, better, and more bedecked than ever before (even if I do say so myself).  But they didn't start out that way.  At first, I just strung the beads with the rhinestone sliders, trying to let the pieces shine unencumbered by anything extra that involved the dreaded glue.  I hated the result (way too run-of-the-mill) and ended up taking action with my wire cutters.  That's when I thought, why string the rhinestone sliders at all?  Why not make them the focal point of some fresh felt designs?  (See, in the end, glue always reigns supreme.)  Once I started, I couldn't stop, unsatisfied until I'd covered the key categories of desserts, seashells, critters, randomness (that would be Miss Parrot Wings), and flowers.  I left out fruit, but there's always next time.  

So, that's one new thing.  The other is that, after much consideration, I decided to add a menu bar to the top of this blog highlighting some of the pop culture topics I've expounded upon and/or referenced these past five years.  I figured this would make it easier to pinpoint particular posts.  I ran into this issue a few years ago when someone was interested in the blog on a (for lack of a better adjective) professional level and said that there were too many posts focusing on my products. "Sure," I allowed, "but I write about other stuff too!," scrambling to find a post about a book or movie.  Needless to say, this would-be venture never went anywhere.  But it made an impression on me, if not about my content, then about the way I presented it.  

So I began the reorganization, an endeavor that required slogging through hundreds of old posts to decide which ones to link.  It was a humbling experience, like reading old school papers or journal entries and wondering what the heck I was thinking.  Which sort of gave me pause.  Part of the problem of making posts more accessible is that they become . . . more accessible.  Did I really want to give people a blueprint to musings that would be better off buried in the bowels of cyberspace?  Because truth be told, my earliest ramblings were a little rough around the edges.  For example, I sometimes fell prey to the break-the-fourth-wall habit of posing audience questions a la Zack Morris in "Saved by the Bell" or Carrie Bradshaw in early episodes of "Sex and the City."  I'd end posts by asking, "What sorts of crafts do you like?," "What's your favorite piece of clothing?," and (that convenient catchall) "What do you think?"  I've since dispensed with such queries, instead taking a strong but silent "you know what to do at the beep" approach to comments.  Still, this was just one of many instances of cringe-worthy blog behavior that I uncovered; by the time I'd finished searching, I'd arrived at the following realizations: 1) I am a very silly woman, 2) I read a lot of cheeseball books, and 3) I seem to have no shame.  

Nevertheless, in this digital age, there's no such thing as maintaining a linear online presence.  With or without a navigation menu, the narrative nature of a blog is merely an illusion, not unlike time itself.  A glance at any site's traffic confirms that, on any given day, more people may have accessed something you wrote two years ago than something you wrote yesterday.  Which meant that if I were to continue on this wayward adventure (and for better or worse it seems that I am), then I had to own my postings past, flaws and all.    

So that's what's on the menu.  That and some carbo-licious casseroles.