As the daughter of a bra-burning feminist (and a very nice person !) I have not been exposed to high heels, lipstick and perls in my childhood.
At home we talked about philosophy, geopolitics, read Lewis Carol and Gogol – fashion was absent. I’ve spent my high school in jeans and sneakers, totally unaware that other people my age were agonizing over wardrobe and hairstyle (in other words, i was a nerd).
Even now i’ve forcibly acquainted myself with the trappings of feminity, it still takes a bit of an effort. My shopping is in the ‘surgical strike’ mode. I’m more no-nonsense than seductive. I read IEEE Software, not Vogue.
That’s why it’s good fun for me to read the blog of a 100% woman (in french).
I recommend it: Sex and the City with a good dollop of sulphuric acid and gritty reality. The City being Paris.