Why I Support AR (anti-rape) Wear

So I didn’t want my new fashion blog to start off on such a serious note but I feel like there’s a lot to address with this fairly recent product.

If you haven’t seen it already, AR wear is a line of underwear/shorts (looks like shorts to me) that prevents women from being raped. The garment can’t be ripped or cut off, and the button can’t be forced open. It can be worn quite seamlessly under regular clothes. The purpose is to help prevent rape when women are on a night out, on a run, need to travel at night ect.

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Despite the mixed comments and criticism AR Wear received, it reached it’s funding goal of 50k. Meaning, it was pretty darn successful. To be honest, there are things about AR Wear I don’t particularly like, but at the end of the day, I’d still buy their products.

Starting off with what I think is wrong with this idea, it shifts the responsibility on women. After years and years of fighting back against “she shouldn’t have worn that!” this clothing that’s designed to protect women becomes mainstream. Has it become up to women to prepare themselves for the threat of being raped? Doesn’t this mean that advocating for not raping in first place isn’t enough? And then, there’s also the fact that young women aren’t the only demographic being sexually assaulted. Men, children, and transgender peoples get raped too. To be fair, AR Wear is still a developing brand and it’s entirely possible for them to design for other groups later on.

Statistically speaking, two thirds of rapes aren’t caused by complete strangers looking for a victim at the club or on the streets. They happen with friends, or acquaintances -someone who was thought to be trusted- in an environment where guards aren’t up. Still, does this make people any less wary of the night life or dark streets?

I also question what is wrong with today’s society that we’ve come to a point where people feel a legitimate need to arm themselves so much. Shouldn’t we keep pushing anti-rape campaigns and keep rejecting victim blaming? Then, I put myself in the shoes of a parent about to send their daughter off to college. Or the shoes of somebody who has went through a sexual assault and is essentially scarred for life. AR Wear is designed so that it can’t be ripped, can’t be cut, and can’t be forced open. It would certainly make me feel safer, and would certainly give me peace of mind if I were a mother knowing my daughter is wearing it when she’s out partying. Heavens know my mother worried about me when I started university.

In reality, AR Wear isn’t the first of its genre. There’s been a nail polish designed to detect date rape drugs in drinks. There’s been cat-ear keychains designed to hurt an attacker. I even carry a small blade disguised as a key! Since forever, women have been arming themselves against potential danger. (Also note rape whistles and pepper spray) Still, it feels like undergarments that prevent rape is an extreme that’s a step back in helping the cause. Although there’s been so many campaigns, initiatives, services, ect. that help rape prevention (for example, bars that take initiative to help people if they feel unsafe), it still happens. There’s still along way to go. So on the debate of AR Wear, I support them, but I’m not happy that I feel this way. I would rather society be in a place where these precautions aren’t needed in first place.

Initially, I wanted to write about something less serious this week- like bizarre runway makeup trends. But rape prevention is something that I genuinely care about, so I wouldn’t have been happy keeping quiet.

Let me know in the comments what you think of AR Wear and if you think it’s a step forward or a step back.

Learn more about AR Wear here: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/ar-wear-confidence-protection-that-can-be-worn#/

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My fashion story (alternate title: so who is this girl?)

For years, I’ve been encouraged to start a blog about whatever it is I’m passionate about. You know the quote “you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink?” The way I see it is that nobody would have fun doing something just because someone else said so.

I used to be scared of getting a lackluster reaction or, even worse, talking into the void. I still am, but I remember something a friend once said while I was having stage fright. When you’re doing something you love (for me, cosplay is one of them), think about it as simply sharing a part of you. When you perform to share yourself, things like “what if I get a bad response?” or “what if I mess this up” become secondary. So going along with that, my blog is simply me sharing what makes me happy- fashion and beauty trends. And I hope to see what you’re sharing about yourself too. Hopefully, I’m not just talking into the void here that we really will get to know one another.

My story of how I got into fashion is, no lie, something right out of a book. Imagine that weird little girl in school with the strange clothes and choppy haircut. Yep, that was me. Even in middle school, I knew I wasn’t “attractive” but I never considered myself to be bad-looking until a boy I liked called me unattractive behind my back. So cue a movie montage of me picking out my own clothes, refusing to let my parents cut my hair, picking up my first tube of lip gloss, and essentially going ham “re-vamping” myself. When I first went to a different high school than the rest of my classmates, it felt like I could be a much better version of myself just because I was called pretty for the first time. Looking back, it was pretty ridiculous to go off on such a rampage to change my appearance just because of what one guy said. And it was pretty unhealthy to base my worth off compliments from others. However, that’s when I realized the clothes and makeup we wear are more than what meets the eye.

Now let’s fast forward a few years to when it was time to decide what to do after high school. I applied to over 6 university programs and got accepted into nearly all of them. I finally decided to move to Montreal, take an arts program at a prestigious school there. The plans were made to leave Toronto and my mom told everyone about it. But suddenly, my offer for a fashion program in Toronto rolled in last minute, and that derailed everything. I had applied to so many programs, so many alternate choices, but I knew my future was here. In my grade, I was the only person among future engineers, pharmacists, doctors, and business people to choose fashion. I should’ve known I’d choose it when I fell in love with a Taiwanese drama about a stylist who changed the lives of women. I cried about 8 times watching that drama…and it was supposed to be a romcom.

So fast forward another few years and here I am- this girl on the internet who’s introducing her style blog. And even though it sounds super cheesy, I feel like there’s much more to come. Anyways, at the ripe age of 21, I’m starting my first legit space to make legit posts on legit fashion, which is wayyy overdue. But hey, it’s never too late to start something. And a year later, I’d wish I would have started today.

That’s a bit about me and my story. Anyways, actual posts about fashion will start shortly! One update a week sounds reasonable. I hope nobody’s thinking “darn it, I’ve been misled!”

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