Insult of the war

[pinkleader]

So, one of my less than fond memories from Pennsic is the stranger who said "I see you are now working on your next project..." pointing to my abdomen.
Stunned and confused for a second, I was left to reply only with "I'm not pregnant, I'm just fat."

First of all, I was wearing an Italian gamurra with an apron on. Pic. Hello, high-waisted style with

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[nq3x]

After opening ceremonies, the folks in my camp started calling my home kingdom "France". Fitting.

My insult follows. Picture dork in shiny black polyester "Elizabethan" over white Danskin dance tights, in New Balance trainers. This douchenozzle walks into Reconstructing History, looks at the Elizabethan Loose Gown pattern, and starts snarking about how he's "never seen that before" so it must be farby. I pull out the historical notes and refer him to the bibliography.

"Here, sir," I said. "Janet Arnold's Patterns of Fashion and Queen Elizabeth's Wardrobe Unlock'd."

"Who's Janet Arnold?"

[concussed silence]

"Huh?"

"Who's Janet Arnold?"

"Er. Um. I suggest, sir, that you hie yourself to the booksellers and look her up. She's only the most widely-cited resource on Elizabethan clothing."

Thank God he toddled off; I was this close to throttling him. Ask Miguel - he was witness.

Lande Snarke Ye Seconde

[pinkleader]

I HEARD about that!
He sounds precious.
An "Elizabethan" who doesn't know Janet Arnold is like a modern fashionista not knowing Prada. Unthinkable!

[kass_rants]

The stupid really don't have to wear signs. They're so easily identifiable anyway!

[nq3x]

Sweetie, this guy was so far from haute couture that he shops in American Eagle. I wanted to beat him to death with a Blahnik pump, but I'd hate to waste such a fine shoe.

[pause]

Dear God. Did I actually just write that?

[spanish_peacock]

Yes, yes you did

[kass_rants]

It is a scary, scary world when you're the voice of decorum.

[pinkleader]

Squee!

Please, hit him with a Croc, that's all they must be good for.

[reasdream]

iirc, he had seen a woman walking about in a Loose Gown (at least, he mumbled something to that extent) and was looking for us to validate his loathing of her inaccuracy.

I saw him later in the week in a tunic lugging a cart, with a headband, and recognized him as either a common Pennsic volunteer or another Merchant. Not sure which.

[kass_rants]

Isn't it always the know-nothings who see something they have never seen before and assume it's wrong? *shakes head*