* Column of the Week:
I just got back from another season at Mercedes Benz Fashion Week.
Even though Iâ€™ve been there many times beforeâ€¦.I can never quite seem to stomach it.Â Itâ€™s not the fashion that I have a problem with (I could stare at the artistry of designs all day), and itâ€™s not the concept of fashion week either (it is possibly the work of angels: a 7 day excuse to cover people in sparkles). But I do have a problem with the people who tend to attend the events as a whole. Why? Well first of all, it might be the sense of importance that so many of them seem to hold for themselves.
Now donâ€™t get me wrong, being proud of your profession, artwork or lifestyle is perfectly fine (you should have seen my vaguely concealed amount of gloating when my daughter learned to read), but the hierarchy of personalities reminds me of the ugliest episode of Glee ever. Even if the idea of social climbing might sound exciting via Evita or Norma Jean and Marilyn, itâ€™s not really as attractive in person. I go to fashion week because I love the fashion (crazy notion, right?) I adore finding style and beauty trends that mothers and women like me can wear in their day-to-day life (you know, those of us who need â€œtoddler with a Sharpieâ€ proof clothing).
In my experience thus far, itâ€™s a rare occurrence that celebrities are kind or nice to other women like me (â€œthe little peopleâ€). Even though anomalies like Reese Witherspoon provide a welcome breathe of fresh air, most of the celebrities who are dependent on â€œregularâ€, stay-at-home moms like myself for their fame (essentially anyone holding a â€œReal Housewifeâ€ prefix to their name) appear to not understand that we mothers take precious time out of our day to view them at home. (Yes, even if we donâ€™t want to admit it, and tell our friends weâ€™re watching CNN).
I completely understand that everyone has a bad day (celebrity or not), and that not everyone asks for copious amounts of fame or attention. But if a fashion week attendee is having such a bad day that they donâ€™t want to be nice to their fellow citizenâ€¦ stay home! I know that when going to a social event where Iâ€™m representing not only myself as a person, but my brand as a whole, I must be ready to show my best face. Call me crazy, but the world doesnâ€™t need to know how much Iâ€™m PMS-ing that day or how much Iâ€™d rather be curled up with my kids learning sight words thanks to Super Why. If Iâ€™m going to a place where people want to meet me, I will treat anyone and everyone with the utmost grace, care and kindness possible, because thatâ€™s what everyone else deserves.
I think the thing that baffles me the most about celebrity status, is the fact that most of the teachers, servicemen and parents I know deserve just as much fanfare for their livelihood. Why shouldnâ€™t my brother (currently serving another 12 month tour in Afghanistan) get a hoard of adoring fans for his efforts? Why wouldnâ€™t my mother (tirelessly waiting tables during the day and caring for her grandchildren at night) get an evening to feel special? If only we could box up all of the swag, free clothes and autographs floating around celebrity based events, and send them to the people who salute, sacrifice and sustain our country on a day-to-day basis.
Of course I buy into the societal celeb craze just as much as the next girl (both figuratively and one US Weekly at a time), but I donâ€™t believe that just because some people are lucky enough to showcase their passion on the big or small screen means they are deserving of more respect than the next. Where is the mother adopting kids who need a home or raising their special needs child represented on TV today? Where is the teacher giving up her paycheck for extra school supplies or the woman quietly fighting cancer shown on the big screen? If only we could teach our future generation the true meaning of star power, the real reason to be called a hero, or the people we really need to be celebrating.
Every time Iâ€™m surrounded by the glamour, glitz and gorgeous aesthetics of modern day fashion and runway, Iâ€™m honored to be a part of the group privileged to report on these beautiful garments. I respect and cherish the profession of clothing design, and have equal admiration for the hair and makeup stylists who showcase their work. But every time the surrounding crowd treats me like a less than deserving being, I canâ€™t help but be reminded of whatâ€™s really important in life.
When you’ve seen your newborn infant struggle to survive in the Advanced Ward of a Neonatal Intensive Car Unit (while tubes and pipes reach into her heart and lungs to keep her alive)…the latest socialite doesn’t seem that impressive. After witnessing my parents work their entire lives to provide their children a happy home (only to lose their cherished house due to the plummeting economy)…the baby mama of a famous “so and so” isn’t that interesting. Iâ€™ve seen my family experience extreme loss, enormous tragedy and giant triumph because of hard work, high morals and the everlasting value of love.
So even though the so-called elite at societal events may be beautifulâ€¦.they may be sparklyâ€¦.and they may be revered by the people around them, Iâ€™m not enthused because someone wears a thousand dollar label. Iâ€™m not psyched because a person has had a huge feud with their frienemy recently. Iâ€™m merely there for one reason, and one reason alone: the clothes.
I like to save my admiration for the real heroâ€™s in life. The people who fight, give and teach us how to be better, how to be stronger and how to survive.
And in the end, that sort of person is all the sparkle I need.
*Â Bailey Vincent Clark is the Editor-in-chief, author and founder of Makeover Momma. She hosts Makeover Momma TV on Tuesday (7 PM/EST & 4 PM/PT), and writes this column weekly (at least in her dreams!)
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