Showing posts with label Joan Jett. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joan Jett. Show all posts

Thursday, December 31, 2009

My My My, Whiskey and Rye



I promised a Joan Jett solo jumpsuit post, New Year's Eve is the perfect time because I have great memories of 1984 MTV Rockin' New Year's Eve. It was a slumber party but I can't remember if it was my friend Nancy or my friend Kris who was there. I'm pretty sure my friend Stacey was there. We were too young to go out for NYE, but we wished we were out doing something exciting. Joan Jett was on and at some point we noticed she missed a spot when she shaved her armpits. We all wished we were older, sipping champagne, out for the big party, and with a cute date. We didn't know yet that pizza and girlfriend sleep over was way better than any of those things. The near future would bring me boring NYE at St. Andrews Hall with Goober and the Peas and lots of dashed high hopes. Staying up late with Joan Jett is the one that sticks in my mind.



In terms of the jumpsuit, she's got fringe leather, she's got 80s puffy sleeves. Joan Jett, you rock the the jumpsuit with the big boys.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Cherry Bomb


Could a woman win best jumpsuit in Rock 'n Roll? If it's possible, my money is on one of The Runaways.

The trouble with a women in a jumpsuit is that it's not as unexpected as a man in a jumpsuit. Women don't have to go quite as far out, fashion-wise, to wear one. And what is a jumpsuit vs. a pantsuit vs. a bodysuit vs. a body stocking? The lines are blurrier and it would be far less shocking to see a Regular Jane walking around in a jumpsuit than a Regular Joe.

The girls in The Runaways have enough attitude though to make it clear that they're not just wearing your Momma's ugly fashion blunder from times gone by. They go all out and give us:
Stretchy, silver, sleeveless spacesuits;
Badass, black, biker chic;
Adorable cap sleeves with opera gloves;
and Joan Jett's iconic, red-leather number with racer stripes.

Add in the platform shoes and feathered hair and I'm convinced a lady could take the crown.

And since Joan Jett is my favorite (despite of that whole Love Hurts disaster), I am selecting her as the group representative. Unfortunately, in a move that smacks of sexist b.s., I am going to subject her to a 2nd round interview during which her solo career jumpsuit achievements will be evaluated. Congratulations Joan Jett, you are still in the running to become My Next Top Jumpsuit.