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Covid was perhaps the best thing to ever happen to me. Yes, I know. There is a whole lot we could talk about in that context, but for me personally, it had mainly positive effects. Since I used to commute to work by train five days a week, I was deemed high-risk back in March 2020 when the restrictions were suddenly implemented and my employer went a little nuts as a result. All commuters by public transportation were ordered to go home immediately. Well, since I was in the middle of something, I delayed, which turned out to be a good thing since not long after, the order was rescinded. It turned out a department of our company employed nothing but commuters and would have had to shut down completely, which apparently hadn’t occurred to the bosses.
Anyway, ever since that time I’ve been working from home three days a week. I don’t have to deal with the constant delays of the once-great Deutsche Bahn (German Railway) that used to cost me a whole chunk of my life. I don’t have to deal with the madness that is the city in which my company is located. And I don’t have to deal so much with the anger and depression that comes with seeing who is filling the trains of Germany these days.
A YouTuber I am watching regularly put it this way: He relied solely on his car as a little isolationist bubble now, because he couldn’t stand to use public transportation anymore and be constantly confronted by the Überfremdung of Germany. (Wikipedia translates it correctly as “literally ‘over-foreignization’, … a German-language term used to refer to an excess of immigration”.)
I know how he feels all too well. When I am waiting for my train after work and spend the time people-watching, I always get both depressed and angry at the same time. The central station has long acted like a magnet for the worst of the worst, I don’t know why, but more and more creatures from the Black Lagoon seem to gather there than anywhere else in the city.
There are the masses of young brown and black men, and all of them strut about convinced of their own importance. There are the numerous brown and black families, usually with three to five kids. There are the young Muslim women, either veiled from head to toe or going for the “rebellious” modern woman look, in which case they wear deftly-applied makeup and are dressed well. There are the middle-aged to old Muslim women, usually veiled and frumpy-looking. There are the middle-aged to old Muslim men, equally frumpy-looking in Western clothing or in their weird nightgown thing. There are the Slavic women. I don’t mind them so much, and yes, you can spot them quite easily, despite them being white and all. They are either of the super-slim kind or of the roundish kind, but they, like the young Muslim women, are always perfectly put together. (Although they might go for some weird stuff like pink outfits and pigtails in their forties.)
And then I cast about for the Germans. The first thing that I always notice is that most of them have absolutely no idea how to dress well. The young women who go with the trends are usually OK (now that those stupid skinny jeans are finally going out of fashion), even if they all look alike. Of course, the other half of that demographic either goes for the blue-or green-haired, multicolored and “alternative” look or for the goth vibe. The latter is equally popular with young men, a large number of which also prefer the really unattractive metal look. Sorry, guys, black band T-shirt and black pants are really not a winner, especially if you’re a little overweighed, which many of that particular group are. Trust me. I’m an expert people watcher. Then there are the lost souls, shoulders up, trying to disappear into the depth of their hoodies, earbuds in, staring at the little screen in front of their faces.
The middle-aged people are even worse, in a way. Their uniform mainly consists of a boring T-shirt or sweater, blue jeans, a nondescript coat, and sneakers. It’s not horrible, it’s just bland and completely without style. It gets a little better with the seniors who probably still learned manners in their youth. They, however, are the ones who are so incredibly careless that I’m always tempted to go there and look after them for the duration of their stay at the central station. They still live in the idyllic world of twenty years ago. Times have changed. These days, situational awareness is vital.
Many of these Germans share one trait: They are sad to look at. The young men in particular walk hunched-up. The middle-aged people slouch. None of them make any effort. And there I stand, with a great love for my people in my heart and great contempt for the foreign hordes, and I wonder. Is this what we have to offer?
Interestingly, the young Germans who walk by with their foreign friends are usually both better dressed and show a better poise. And so I wonder – is there, despite the destruction wrought by the influx of foreign cultures into our lands, perhaps something we can take from it?
I’m not a life coach or anything. I’m just a people watcher, but I would encourage anyone willing to help save the white race to start right there, with the seemingly little things.
Learn how to dress well. You don’t have to go full suit or dress (even though it wouldn’t hurt either), and what looks good on you depends on your body size, complexion, and age. But learn. Experiment. There are good videos out there that can help you. (Alternatively, ladies, watch this one on how not to do it. You have been warned.)
Learn how to stand and to walk. I’m serious. Unless you have a back problem, there is no excuse for slouching. You are a member of the great white race. Walk like it.
One other thing: learn how to do a proper handshake. I’ve come across people from all walks of life, even a lawyer, who simply put their flaccid hand into mine and thought that was how it was done. It’s disgusting.
And to the parents out there: teach your children all of the above.
We have to lead by example, even if we don’t consider ourselves leaders. Trust me, people will notice, even if they are just waiting for a train and feeling angry and depressed at the state of the world.
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From an American perspective, Germans had a reputation of being very professional and put together. Usually physically fit and into outdoor activities, like hiking. This observation is demoralizing to hear.
I have noticed foreigners in America being into fashion trends, but it is a part of why they are valued as a replacement population. They are adept at being vapid consumers who could care less about anything except getting their animalistic needs met.
“The middle-aged people are even worse, in a way. Their uniform mainly consists of a boring T-shirt or sweater, blue jeans, a nondescript coat, and sneakers. It’s not horrible, it’s just bland and completely without style.”
I’ve got to admit, this describes me to a ‘T’. (But I try not to slouch.) I have no fashion sense and consequently I disdain fashion. “Why should it matter what style of cloth I wear to keep myself warm? That’s shallow. Shouldn’t my intellect and character be what matter?”
But I can’t help but see that even small upgrades, like replacing the T-shirt with a button-down shirt make a big difference. I have seen the photographs from 1940s America, where even the homeless vagrants dressed in suits and hats. (They probably wore the same suit every day, but still…) I saw a picture from a rural school room in modern America, blessedly white, with most kids sporting the jeans-and-T-shirt look but a few sporting button-down shirts or flannels, and it was proof to me that the latter was simply superior. Furthermore, I enjoy beauty in others, so shouldn’t I try to cultivate it in myself, at least if it’s not too hard? Maybe some day I’ll put this knowledge into practice. (I actually did buy a couple undershirts to use with button-down shirts, but it’s still a small minority of my wardrobe…)
But Clarissa, let’s make a trade. I’ll do my part by spiffing up my look as a representative of our people, and you do your part by marrying and having kids. 😉
Deal. 😉
Look, I don’t demand perfection. I hang out on my couch in yoga pants and baggy T-shirts, too. But when I leave the house, that’s when I try to make an effort. And yes, button-down shirts or blouses, respectively, do make a big difference. (A T-shirt is actually a very unflattering piece of clothes and should only be worn if you work out regularly…)
Adam, I recommend S.K. Baskerville’s A Gentleman’s Guide To Manners, Sex, and Ruling The World. There are sections about attire and grooming, and others concerning appearance and presentation.
I agree, it is often a sad sight to watch Whites in public transportation. There are upsides however: it makes people see the disquieting state of affairs better. When the sun shines and everyone is all smiles and well dressed it’s quite hard to point out the dismal demographic situation and to argue about childlessness and drug use as indicators of collective depression. Additionally we White advocates stand out much better and way easier in such a depressed crowd. We can wear our convictions and selfrespect in a much more visible way in dress, posture and demeanor when everyone else visibly succumbs to despair.
“Sorry, guys, black band T-shirt and black pants are really not a winner, especially if you’re a little overweighed, which many of that particular group are.”
Hmm. Need Clarissa to give me a makeover, clearly. Perhaps something from Hugo Boss..?
Good vid for style, but not war accuracy:
Why Were The Nazis So Stylish?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60FM9WjkXtA&t=754s
I will admit that first impressions are important. However, once you get to know people their personality will prevail (and is eventually what you are left with).
Persians are generally well-dressed and sharp looking as a cultural norm. It’s mostly due to gossip and rumours and not having your name/dignity tarnished. Basically to avoid being labeled a bum and look presentable instead. But I have always thought of it as excessively vain. Even though I personally dress and smell well 😀
Are you saying that you are a Persian, and non-white? 🙃
I feel bad about what has happened to the Germans, they are the elite of our race. The never ceasing vilification of the German race has to be grinding them down. The jews understand the importance of Germany and will not stop until every German is dead! 🐍
This sounds identical to my neighbourhood in Australia. Badly-dressed, misshapen white people of all ages that cannot walk around properly. Most of them look like they have been defeated and have just given up. The living end / dizzy limit is people in their pyjamas at the shops.
I have seen the pajamas phenomenon here in Kentucky. It was little kids, but it still made me do a double-take. 😬
For many years now I’ve been dressing very conservatively – if I go out anywhere I wear a suit and tie, sometimes I take a hat and coat. It’s my way of resisting the system and general vulgarity. Unfortunately, it also has its drawbacks-as soon as it gets a little warm, you sweat, you have to wipe your forehead with a handkerchief. It’s also quite demanding financially.
You inspired me, Clarissa. I’ve had an article in my head for a long time about style and dressing. By dressing up, a person can move up 2 or 3 notches on a scale of 1-10. Sometimes I watch normal people movies and see what people are wearing. Occasionally there is someone very elegant. I have a few sets of clothes that are downright coordinated. Solid color shirts in the summer, canvas shorts with a leather belt, a oldschool flat cap on my head, and sometimes I wear stainless steel sunglasses. For winter, I wear a luxurious Bugatti coat, a hat and half-leather gloves with a herringbone pattern. The gloves are just a few shades darker than the coat. And then I have my favorite prom set. Everyone says I look like a young billionaire in that suit.
Last year, my youngest son told me that dress-UP Fridays were occurring in the high schools. Students were so tired of being surrounded by sweatpants, undershirts/t-shirts, slippers, crocks, sneakers that some kids started “rebelling” by dressing somewhat preppy: Collared pullover shirts, belts, leather shoes that weren’t athletic footwear. (I know this lasted for at least a month.)
It’s so sad to see young White men in hoodies w/ the hood pulled up. Do you want to look like you’re ‘from the hood’? I learned from someone who worked at a jail (& confirmed by another jailhouse employee) that the beltless, saggy (showing underwear) pants ‘style’ seen on young black males in America started IN jails in order to signal to other cellmates: Yes, I’ll be your homo sex slave. (It’s not a macho gangster look.) Fortunately, I haven’t seen White men dressed with their jeans hanging off their butt like that.
Kim, you are absolutely correct about the saggy-pants look. I researched that one years ago, after once hearing someone comment on its origins. Astonishing, the degradation of our society that it represents. Living in a major city in the south, I started seeing young black men with the entire rear end — mercifully, covered with boxer shorts — on display and the pants all the way down below the buttocks. It became the trend, too, for the black wearer to walk with one hand ostentatiously holding on to his genitals. The entire look (quite purposely, I think) radiates foreignness; hostility; primitive danger. How seeing this on a daily basis does not trigger a danger-alert-survival mechanism in every White person is beyond my comprehension. Unfortunately, I did occasionally see young White men sporting the saggy-pants look, while I lived in that city. It’s utterly disgusting.
I very much enjoyed the observations of the authoress on people-watching. Clarissa Schnabel describes that anger-mixed-with-depression sensation, that one feels in public spaces now, to a “T”. (See also the recent erection of statues in major cities depicting scowling, obese black women — who are now, apparently, the Western ideal.) I’ve always particularly watched elderly White people in public, with a fierce sense of protectiveness that has only grown as my own parents became quite elderly. When I was a young woman, it struck me how the elderly were always so nicely dressed; neat and clean, and with a properness and careful precision in their conduct and speech. Alas, subsequent generations did “not send their best”, to paraphrase Donald Trump. Routinely, I see slovenly, poorly dress, morbidly obese men and women who appear to have given up completely on their physique (especially the women), who are my age and older. The neat, clean, well-mannered elderly are still out there; but they are rapidly disappearing.
Good article! I appreciate your giving attention to how we carry ourselves. I know the focus was on dress, but I’d like to suggest, as a compliment to that, a book on manners, called The Gentleman’s Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness, by Cecil B. Hartley.
(The link is to a free EPUB at Project Gutenburg.)
The chapter, “One Hundred Hints for Gentlemanley Deportment” is highly recommended.
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