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Josh got me this dress from Rusty Zipper Vintage for Christmas last year, but I don’t think I’ve ever worn it on the blog. It has always been, and will always be, my Velma dress. Not that Velma Dinkley herself has ever worn any such thing, but I prefer conceptual costumes to literal ones anyway. Essence of.

In googling Velma, I went on a minor Scooby-Doo wiki-walk. Apparently the show’s creators never intended to make Shaggy a ginormous stoner, and they “took umbrage” that anyone would interpret his character that way. Really? He’s explicitly a hippie, he’s constantly hungry, and HIS FAVORITE NAME IS MARY JANE. Maybe all that’s just a coincidence and the creators really are the thickest people on the face of the planet, but why would you “take umbrage” at a perfectly reasonable, canon-supported interpretation?

Something something death of the author blah blah.

…speaking of “death of the author”, this is a good time to mention that I’m enrolled in an advanced writing course for the spring semester! I’m officially a schoolgirl again. As though I needed an excuse to wear moar Peter Pan collars.

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