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Deenie's avatar

Ugh, this one is SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD. So good. Allow me a corny-a** moment…

I live, and have always lived, and will probably live forever, in a Sauce Desert. Not cuz I want to, but because life is complicated and sometimes you can’t get away from a place. And I’ve always been a person with weird interests who loves experimenting with clothes. I’ve been shamed by my (HIPPIE!) family (???), bullied in every school including college, and now in my perimenopausal years hella side-eyed by the guy in cursed REI-brand gorp at the Whole Foods fish counter. On the flipside I also get a lot of love, which I am genuinely grateful for and still kinda surprised by, but the thing is, I often feel like a floating sauce island because I am so mismatched to my environment. The older I get, the more I’m able to see it like a fascinating sociological experiment - who reacts and why can be an interesting glimpse into the general human condition - but sometimes I still feel f***ing nuts. The existence of this sletter is invaluable to me. Not just because you somehow love all the same kinds of things, but because of the vibes. You have it 100000% right - the key to rocking fun sh*t in a small-minded place (or just a different place than where you’re from originally) is to be a decent human being first and foremost. Don’t be a judgmental, narcissistic jackass and you will look amazing in nearly anything.

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Randall Jacobs's avatar

Boss post. I live in a sauce desert, but have enjoyed trying to dress locally. There is a local Amish clothing store, Gohn Bros. Manufacturing, that has made their own garments onsite for 100 years. I was wearing a pair of their pants in SF and someone asked if they were Evan Kinori. Sometimes you can find a gold nugget in the desert.

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