(fallen london stamps by the topic of glamourbombing has kind of reminded me of my deep and feral longing for hanfu. I love it, I yearn for it, and I have every right to wear it, because this is the traditional dress of our ethnicity.
but I am afraid to, because it's always, always, always been our modus operandi to survive by being invisible, overlooked, underestimated IRL. especially in the wake of COVID-sparked sinophobia. (and also. augh, the laundry. you can't just throw those things in the washing machine like a t-shirt!)
but the concept of glamourbombing is like. there is some unfortunate weirdness, I think, in comparing the wearing of one's traditional ethnic dress to magic and nonhumanity. but I feel like it occupies an adjacent niche - something that challenges and shakes "normality." something that reminds people that there's more to the world.
(but the laundry issue remains. 
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