“Don’t compromise yourself. You are all you’ve got.” ~ Janis Joplin

I’ve gotten a few in-world comments from a couple people who tell me that they can’t bridge the disconnect between my “feminist rants” and my “squee! look how pretty!” posts. My virtual fashion lust, they feel, leads others to “take me less seriously” than they think I deserve. The general sentiment is “you should be doing so much more than wasting your time on all that fashion drama.”

Fashion drama? Kittens, I grew up on teh interwebs back when Mac vs PC flamewars were still defining troll and forum tropes. 4chan vs Scientology is drama. SL fashion is just bored housewives and college students being bratty. It’s not like they’re rioting in the stands over men in shorts kicking around a ball or anything.

I know, from the bottom of my heart, that these individuals are well-intentioned, and they are paying generous compliment to my writing, but seriously, if this is how you feel, just get the fuck out of the 50s already. I read any number of blogs where a guy will frequently weave in boy-squee rants about sports teams or the latest techno widget without blinking; I doubt anyone takes their other content less seriously or tells them to move on from iPhone drama.

So, once more for those in the cheap seats:
Virtual fashion and bouncing in girlish delight over pretty things does not remove anyone’s ability for critical thinking, their professional experience, or demean their sense of self. I am human; I have vanity; I embrace the deadly sin. But it alone does not define me. Or anyone.

Just in case you missed it — I’m a girl (BTW, spare me the mock-feminist outrage of “you’re not a girl, you’re a woman.” Girls are girls; boys are boys. Deal with it.). I grew up playing dress up and outfitting dolls, baking bad cupcakes in a box with a lightbulb, and applying cheap makeup onto a disembodied over-sized Barbie head. I also grew up enamored with Erector sets, Lincoln logs, and Legos, playing video games, watching my uncle rebuild his Shelby Cobra as if he were reassembling the Ark of the Covenant, listening to my Dad’s folk rock and my other uncle’s hard rock, and learning how to bait a hook properly.

The fact that I can rig ballyhoo or gaff a mahimahi in the right way so that it damages as little of the fillet as possible, doesn’t negate that I drool over vintage Chanel. The fact that that the words “Marino from the shotgun” can still give me shivers when I’m watching old games on the NFL channel doesn’t remove the reality that I also hum “I Love Being a Girl” while I’m shopping in SL. I don’t understand why those dots are so hard for some people to connect. And maybe it’s just a vocal minority giving me a skewed perspective. But given the amount of “oh those silly fashion girls” crap I read by people claiming to be taking virtual platforms seriously, I think this type of mindset really is as permeating as it seems.

Avatar customization and character immersion is a huge business model and is going to be for a long time. We’ve already got research that demonstrates the visual representations that people bond with can affect them physically and mentally. Tapping into human vanity is marketing 101 for men and women. Yes, many of “those silly fashion girls” are annoying. They’re also driving our virtual economy. And, I promise you they’re no more or less annoying than listening to some idiot try and outline why Lebron James or Brett Favre is the real anti-Christ. Squeeing over make-believe fashion gimcrack is no different from some blogger blathering about how his new iPhoneX.x is ZOMG! BEST! THING! EVER!

So, fair warning — I’m going to blog about pretty things that make me squee beside, around, and in-between all the other “serious stuff” you’ll find here. Given the amount of things that annoy me in SL, I need the squees. The squees are why I’m still in the format. So if that means you take me less seriously, or feel compelled to remove me from your twitter/blog feeds, have at thee. It’s a free world; you can opt-out and I will muster on with life.

All I ask is that you opt-out in silence and don’t moan about it in my IMs; it kills my vanity-drenched, girl-squee, drama-hopping shopping buzz.

“I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes.” ~ Oprah Winfrey

This week, almost everything at Maitreya is 50% off, except animations and the m.a.ii.k.i line. Since I don’t care for their clothes and I own all the hair already, that means one thing.

Shoes.

Specifically, the “Maitreya Gold” Shanti shoe which is, simply the best shoe on the grid right now for a number of reasons.

"Maitreya Gold" Shanti Heels in Silver

I first became aware of the Shanti style a while back, but I refused to purchase them. L$1k per pair, per color simply offends me (as I’ve already ranted). When you’ve managed to offend a super-consumer out of buying what she considers to be the best product on the grid, you’re working hard at it.

Previous to the sale, I’ve had two pair - both purchased for me as gifts by friends who drug me by my prim hair to get them. My principles do not extend to gifts. Also I wanted them. Pixel vanity > outrage when I’m not the one rewarding bad behavior directly.

Why, yes, I can rationalize anything.

So let’s talk about why I feel these shoes are superior. For one thing, the sculpted toes are much higher quality than anything else I’ve seen. Unlike their equally overpriced counterparts (whose initials are SM) these toes have a lot more dimension — they are rounded over the top with the short cut nails standing out above the toe’s curvature and not just pushed down into the toe or laying flat. This is done with a combo of sculpt and texture shading that really pays off for those of us paying attention.

Maitreya actually does themselves a disservice not having a rezzed display example, because whoever is doing their sculpts is doing a better job for them than any other designer I’ve seen. The toes are also slightly offset and not perfectly aligned like flat little piggies in a row. Why does this seem more real?

Unlike sandals, where your toes are able to spread and lay flat, the gravity and pressure of a stiletto forces the toes into a position where they actually pout up slightly. Obviously, the degree of the pout depends somewhat on the toes themselves and shoe models are picked for the appeal of their toes, so mileage varies. However, anyone that has spent time in high heels, especially open-toe mules, should appreciate this difference.

That is just the toes.

In addition to the above details (which I consider to be key in creating a superior product) there is also the shoe itself which greatly appeals to me. As we all know when dealing with prim feet products, the way the shoe meets the ankle is a key element that will make or break the illusion. The Shanti handles this better than any product I’ve yet seen. The wrapped satin ties are sculpted and shaded to trick the eye in all the right ways and create a good camouflage into the system leg. There is no issue in movement at all — it’s flawless for me to walk in them.

I also like the fact that the shoe is dressy with a designer feel that doesn’t make it look like I just got off shift at the Bada Bing.

"Maitreya Gold" HUD

Moving on to performance issues, we have the HUD that comes with the shoes. I don’t own other Maitreya shoes, but I would imagine the HUDs for their other styles are similar. My eyes are miserable (something about being in glasses since I was a nibblet) so I can’t read squat on the thing, but the images are pretty self-explanatory. Across the top are the skin pre-sets. My LAQ “Fair” skin is already one of the presets. Otherwise you’ll have to play and tweak to get your own saved. The next two rows are all nail colors and below those are your customization pickers and sliders.

To size the shoes you click them directly and navigate drop-down menus. I had very little problem customizing my pairs. I did not experience any significant script time jump while wearing them. Also, I believe they only currently come with invisiprims, although I couldn’t confirm this.

It’s also worth noting that Maitreya puts a lot of class in the products they put out, so you do not have trailer-trash pink hearts or other symbols vandalizing the sole of your shoes. Again, this is the sort of thing that matters to those of us paying attention.

If, like me, you simply refuse to pay L$1k for a pair of heels, then you should wiggle on over and pick up a few of these. Be prepared to play the “this Sim is full” game of clicking every 20 seconds to try and sneak in when someone else leaves because the sale has the place packed.

Hopefully, when the next best shoes comes out, they’ll take a page from the GOS handbook and offer color packs at reduced prices.

Where Does She Get Those Wonderful Toys:

Shanti Heels - L$485
Maitreya
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Maitreya%20Isle/207/165/26

“When envoys are sent with compliments in their mouths, it is a sign that the enemy intends a truce.” ~ Sun Tzu

So last Thursday at the Slip, I was doing the usual shuffle of trying to be all hostess-y during concerts balanced against the general IM parade when I received what can only be regarded as the most backhanded compliment ever. The gent to blame (nameless here to protect the anything but innocent) left for the night and bade farewell by sending me the following IM:

Nameless Non-Innocent: You really have a sexy avatar — there aren’t many who can pull off a tablecloth and make it look hot.

I fixed spelling errors, punctuation and capitalization, but otherwise that’s word for word.

So, let’s start with the fact that the guy is a sort-of-acquaintance-but-mostly-total-stranger. He knows friends I know, or seems to, but we don’t engage in more than hello and goodbye on occasion. So this comment comes 100% out of the blue. I’m pretty sure it was well-intended — which is kinda the most cringe-y part of the entire thing.

Also, how do you respond to compliments about an avatar being “sexy” or “hot?” I mean, I didn’t work out for this bod or spend hours on my hair and make-up. Do I think my avatar is cute and nummy? Yes — she fits my personal tastes. Do I appreciate other people may or may not feel the same? Of course. Would I take any feedback negative or positive personally? Um. How?

Don’t get me wrong — I appreciate it when someone says they like the sort of style I project, or when they squee over an outfit I put together. To me, that reflects a symbiotic pixel vanity and I do allow a smile here and there when someone compliments my aesthetic choices. But the “sexiness” thing always leaves me wanting to smirk and reply “thanks, your slider settings get me really hot, too.” But, you just know the sarcasm would be lost. To be fair, I don’t handle these sorts of compliments well IRL, either. Basically what someone is saying is they like the lot you drew in the genetic lottery. I suppose, comparing the two, at least I picked my own slider settings.

Most importantly of all, the dress I was wearing was a-fucking-dorable and deserves more than to be labeled a tablecloth!

One Shoulder Lace Dress from *COCO*

Meet the One-Shoulder Lace Dress from COCO. Yes, I know it’s shamelessly frilly and girly, but it’s the end of Summer and this breezy little number begged wearing. Admittedly, it’s not my normal fare (if for no other reason than I don’t generally like one-shoulder anything) but there’s something sweet about it. Fair warning — it was a bitch to fit to my fashion-waif shape; I had to shrink the lace ruffle sculpts quite a bit and I had to prim-by-prim fit the skirt.

As lace flirting with sheer goes, I appreciate efforts like these put out by designers because they cover all the important bits and allow for a delicate, feminine look that flashes a lot of skin, but keeps you on the “good girl” side of the tracks. As there are soon going to be a bunch of kids wandering around the grid next to us, I imagine that will become more important. Saints preserve us all.

The dress also comes in ecru/beige and black in addition to the white I selected. And the ruffles can be used as a stand alone top if you’re into that sort of thing.

Icing - Princess Pearls

I accessorized with the perfect-with-anything Princess Pearls from Icing — which I’m relatively sure every woman in SL must have in their inventory. If they don’t…I cannot imagine why.

As for the shoes, I’m doing a second entry on them. Stay Tuned.

Where Does She Get Those Wonderful Toys:

One-Shoulder Lace Dress - L$300
*COCO*
http://slurl.com/secondlife/COCO%20DESIGNS/86/118/521

Princess Pearls Set - L$195
Icing
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Mischief/126/175/25

“So far, we’ve built awareness. Seven years ago we weren’t a very well known brand. Now we are, and now we have to build preference and emotional attachment.” ~ David Steel

A couple days ago I watched the Second Life brand die a particularly ugly death. One I’m not sure they can revive from and one I’m not sure they deserve to be revived from.

The assassin was a young geek with comedic timing coupled with an appearance and shtick based on Nicholas Brendon circa 1998. Chris Pirillo has some deserved geek cred and comes up with watch-able YouTube stuffage. He’s somewhat knowledgeable and entertaining and I imagine he gets the positive and negative attention that comes with that combination in this forward-frenzy age of all things viral.

And every so often, like all of us, he takes the easy route when asked a legitimate question:

Chris Pirillo on “Whatever happened to Second Life” Take One:

This is what Second Life’s brand has become to the current generation of fine young geekibals.

In all fairness to Chris, there was a time when Second Life, socially, was healthy and happy with little more than porn and gambling. And I don’t mean the elite class of Second Life — I mean the casual user. The “addicted” part is a might unfair. Games of luck have existed at least as long as history has been worth recording, and so have depictions of sexuality. Most people have a guilty pleasure be it gambling, porn, techno-gadget lust, virtual paper dolls, good sippin’ whiskey, or bad 80’s music. But our peccadilloes are not what define us and they shouldn’t be the details that define our societies.

We spend a lot of time declaring “RL” and “SL” in our speech — and I appreciate the movement to stop that practice, even if I don’t abide by it. Because SL is, in many ways RL. It’s sort of like the Dagobah Dark Side Cave:
“What’s in there?”
“Only what you take with you.”

Put another way: “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars,” is ever true in both virtual and real worlds (Oscar knew everything but a good lawyer).

But, let’s look at it from Pirillo’s point of view. There are a lot of people in Second Life doing wondrous things, but they aren’t the average user and those wondrous things aren’t necessarily what will woo a mainstream audience into the format (or even what will woo the current generation of geek). So if you just have a specific elite class working to impress that same elite class and a bunch of other people running around trying to indulge their peccadilloes — what is someone like Chris supposed to come away with?

What Chris got right was his very valid opinion — that Second Life is a crummy product that has failed to capture the imagination of someone like himself. What he got wrong was why — mostly because he simply took the easy out. (Also, he was uninformed about our gambling having been taken away from us — more’s the pity).

To his credit, however, the kid is a trooper and he didn’t just continue to mock and roll his eyes. When attacked by the community in ways I can’t even begin to imagine and don’t want to read, he engaged a few calm voices and re-evaluated his point of view:

The ungodly second take:

This is what Second Life’s brand is, even for those fine young geekibals willing to take a second chance.

I also tried to listen to the Phaylen Fairchild interview, but I couldn’t get beyond the introduction. If you can and must, the link is here.

I can’t fathom what the poor kid could possibly have to say beyond this point, but the thing that’s clear to me is that he’s done his due diligence. He’s done better by SL than SL has done by him. And that is a harsh, cold reality if you’re trying to evaluate the outreach SL has made toward inviting new users to the table — or even in trying to lure indifferent users back.

Second Life and Linden Lab have murdered a brand that had every chance to be the top of its game for a very long time. It happened through incompetence. It happened through indifference. It happened through arrogance. But, the more I reflect on it, I really think it largely happened because Linden Lab did the same thing Chris did in his initial video — they scorned their user base instead of evaluating the product honestly. For me, this started when they took the coward’s way out instead of defending their user base against the shock-and-awe wave of news stories that revealed *gasp* people were doing naughty things on teh interwebs.

There is a lot of hostility that wafts from Linden Lab toward its users — that sense of eye-rolling that we are all crazy cat ladies and griefer vandals (when we’re not busy being porn addicts that have to be led by the wrist between “Adult” and “Non-Adult” and “Whatever Mature Means” sections of a needlessly over-segregated grid). For the last several years the old Microsoft mantra of “you’ll get what we give you” has been their MO (hint to LL: even Microsoft had to dial that back to keep up, guys). And when pushed up against silly reporting they didn’t take the high road and say “if our users want adult experiences in our platform, that’s their option and we defend their privacy. Second Life is no different from the real world in that adults will spend their time pursuing different social options — be it a night at the opera or a stripper jumping out of a make-believe cake. Now, if I could draw your attention to the money our community has raised for cancer research and the work some of our users are doing to help handicapped individuals explore mobility options…”

Boo-yeah. Dismissed. Moving on.

Instead we got the Robin “deer in headlights” moment which has come to define the “not ready for prime time” reality of the Linden Lab program. LL doesn’t appear to have moved beyond that point. It’s as though they dismissed their user base for embarrassing them instead of bridging the gaps that led them to realize they were out of touch with what was happening on the grid.

Ivory towers kill brands.

What people fail to realize about Facebook games and Twitter social networking is the simplest aspect. Sure, there’s ease of use and the accessibility on the deck, but underneath there is the sense that those tools and entertainments are living languages. Second Life is becoming the Latin of virtual worlds. Sure, you have to study it, but no one really *uses* it anymore except those freaks up in their elite clubhouses.

Can we turn it around? As a user base that has been dismissed from the table? I don’t see how. Not until Linden Lab invites us back. The more frightening question — does Linden Lab want to turn it around? Or is this now the final product that will be stripped down into chatroom / facebook friendliness with point-and-click virtual shopping options to turn profits and no longer push the boundaries of “whatif?”

I’m waiting, hopefully, to see that is not the case. The firing of Qarl and Philip’s inability to talk straight about real goals, however, leave me edgy and disheartened. And yet, still here, unwilling to let go of the possibilities of “whatif.”

To steal an abbreviated moment from James Goldman’s The Lion in Winter:
Eleanor of Aquitaine: “How, from where we started, did we ever reach this…?”
Henry II: “Step by step.”

“We were able to convince both Dylan’s management and Sony BMG that this was a perfect project for us. . . . We think (they’ve) done a terrific job of doing a total Bob Dylan promotion. It will be a win-win for everybody involved.” ~ Ken Lombard

Sony YouTube Fail

Okay. Let’s forget the fact that I paid for this song already. On vinyl. On cassette. On CD. Let’s forget the fact that it’s sitting on my living room shelves in two of those three forms and I’m sure the CD is somewhere in a box. Let’s forget that if I wanted to, I could go download it from any number of Chinese sites for free (oh, the blessed irony) without so much as a blip of protest.

IT WAS A BOOTLEG FROM SOMEONE’S PHONE DURING AN IMPROMPTU MOMENT THAT ONLY MATTERS TO FANS. It was shoddy audio, jerky and badly lit. Most people would likely have had a hard time realizing who it was or what song he was singing. Your chance of marketing this in a box set of anything was ten degrees less than nil.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is wrong with you people? How long are you relics going to keep alienating consumers? Get with the friggin’ program.

Whatever the equal is of the ten plagues of Egypt in corporate form, can we please get that started on these boneheads? Let mai Dylan bootleg GO!

(And, yes, you know I’m annoyed when I’m wishing frogs to rain down on people)