At The Intersection of Basic and Normcore

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Should you choose to look up from your phone between classes and glance at the quad, you might notice something interesting, sartorial-wise.

Or maybe you won’t notice it, because the thing to take note of is that everyone is dressing like everyone else. This, in itself, is not surprising— we’ve known since seventh-grade health class that youths such as ourselves are precariously susceptible to peer pressure in all forms, which extends to what we choose to put on our bodies.

What is noteworthy, then, is not the likeness between peer-reviewed fashion, but rather the varying levels of self-awareness that surrounds it: some people are consciously dressing like everyone else, others are blindly doing so, still optimistic that their clothes reflect their internal special snowflake.

Welcome to the intersection of normcore and basic.

If you are a human who is alive in the universe, you should be aware of these terms.  Both emerged around the same time and followed similar life cycles that ended with over-exposure and vernacular exhaustion, as is the way on the Internet.

For the visiting aliens: “Normcore” is a term that became well-known in early 2014 with a trend piece in The Cut, described simply as “fashion for those who realize they’re one in 7 billion.” Essentially, normcore is the act of dressing to flout the notion of individuality. It includes, but is not limited to: generic track pants, frumpy sweatshirts, deliberately dressing like Danny Tanner.

The advent of “basic” is a little murkier, although many attribute it to the 2011 Kreayshawn song Gucci Gucci, which goes: “Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada/
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don’t even bother.”

Basic, then, is anything “obscenely obvious,” according to Urban Dictionary. It includes, in its most well-known manifestation, yoga pants, Uggs and Pumpkin Spice Lattes.

There is an argument to be made that Wake Forest is currently at peak normcore. This can be supported simply by the campus-wide, unisex prevalence of Chacos, tribal print Patagonias, high-waist jeans/jorts, Wake Forest sweatshirts (without hoods or pockets), New Balance Classics, and Goodwill (or Urban Outfitters, for the lazy) sweaters.

The most damning evidence, however, are those shoes. You know the pair. Converse. Red, white and blue. Seemingly in the ownership of at least half of the female student body. These are pure normcore— inconspicuous, unassuming, and, well, basic. In fact, they are so simple and so widespread that they might even be considered basic basic.

Herein lies the dilemma: The aforementioned “basic bitch” has clearly not yet ended its reign at Wake— Vineyard Vines, Sperry and Lilly Pulitzer still loom ominously, and we are a campus, after all, that requires two Starbucks’ within a five-minute walk of each other.

But normcore is, theoretically, being cognizant of “dressing like you’re one in 7 billion,” while basic is being blatantly unaware of your own ubiquity.  And yet, normcore’s influence is strongest in one location— the “Forest Folk” tumblr— which still seems to consider the style new. Almost every photograph is a variation on the normcore theme (denim jackets, cable-knit sweaters, thick-rimmed glasses) juxtaposed against the site’s masthead, which pithily declares: “Dare to be different.”

Those who appear basic, on the other hand, seem to accept it. The $92 price tag on Lululemon leggings is really just a free pass to wear, without conflict, the same thing as least three other girls in the ZSR Starbucks at any given time. Brands, after all, aim to unify, and all that makes up the basic populace— Diet Coke and Starbucks and Soul Cycle— do just that.

The takeaway: You know how sometimes words become meaningless? Obviously, no one fits as neatly into these binary rules as a terms like these aim to suggest. But basic is as basic does, and, to oversimplify, it seems that normcore might be going the way of basic and basic that of normcore.

But don’t just take my word for it.

While waiting out this liminal state, take a selfie in your tribal-print Patagonia, Lululemon pants and red, white and blue Chucks. Hashtag #WaitChapel #PSL #tbt. Whether that’ll make you normcore or basic is anyone’s guess.

At The Intersection of Basic and Normcore

Dumb Things I Want: Draper Style

We should probably talk about Sally.

Draper, that is.

Naturally, anyone who is vaguely familiar with me knows that I kind of like Mad Men (um), but last season was rough on its antihero/ my boyfriend, Don Draper (Jon Hamm). He’d been on the brink for a while, but season 6 finally marked the swing of Don’s “Just Keepin’ it Together” barometer from “hot” to “mess”. His daughter, Sally Draper (Kiernan Shipka), on the other hand, is kind of great. Last season wasn’t very good to her either, from a psychological standpoint -walking in on your father mid-coitus with a married neighbor probably has some bad repercussions, right? But from a STYLE-logical (I’m hilarious) one? Flawless. I mean:

Model UN Conference.
Being disappointed by her father.
Dishing out some enviable side-eye in the wake of said disappointment.
Impressing her interviewer at Miss Porter’s.
Getting hazed.
“My father never gave me anything.”

 Seriously, though, who needs therapy when you look this good?* I like Sally’s look because it’s old-school preppy, but not in a Polo/ Khakis or Lilly Pulitzer/ Jack Rodgers kind of way. No pastels (that’s for her mom, Betty). Sally’s more like if Blair Waldorf and Alexa Chung were hanging out for some reason and they traveled back to 1968 to go shopping for their cool younger sister. Sally is classic- headbands, bows, peter pan collars- but never excessively twee. She’s sturdy.

Sally probably can’t actually be your best friend (being that she is, after all, not an actual human) but you CAN pretend that you are a cool, crafty, slightly manipulative thirteen-year-old from 1968, presumably without all of the damage to your psyche that comes with having Don Draper as your father. If you really want to, here’s how:

1)      For maximum Sallytude™, cut your hair into a collarbone-length lob. If you have curly/ thick/ unreasonable hair (like me), straighten it, yo! Sally’s look don’t come easy. Pair with a wide, sturdy headband. That’s pretty much the only accessory you need- jewelry should be simple; maybe some studs and a simple pendant.

2)      Look for the three P’s: Plaid, pleats (the shorter, the better) and Peter Pan (collars). This dress is basically perfect. It is also $935. But, hey- I don’t know your life and I also don’t know what your budget might be for emulating TV characters on a whim; so I’m not about to hide this from you, you random, psycho billionaire. (Hey, thanks for reading this blog!)

4)      For the shoes, turn to flats- oxfords or loafers, preferably. Maybe saddle shoes if you’re feeling extra Sassy Draper.

5)      Sally shows a lot of leg. When it is any time that is not between June and September and your poor, bare legs start to feel a chill, you will obviously need to turn to some knee socks.  Too much? Never. You can pull it off.

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And there it is. Essentially, this was just a really long-winded way for me to say that Sally is awesome- and you should want to be friends with her for reasons other than her closet. She’s smart (she breezed into Miss Porter’s), ambitious (the one good quality that comes from having Don Draper as your father, the ultimate boot strap puller-upper), and, given the chance, I absolutely would be Sally Draper. Wouldn’t you?

*Actually, I feel like most of the problems on Mad Men’s are rooted in beliefs like this. So this might not be “good” advice, technically.

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