(Hint: the title is supposed to be a play on The Men Who Stare at Goats, but it's not really working, is it?)
I have often wondered what it would be like to be friends with someone who dressed in alternative fashion if you, personally, had no interest in that style. Of course it would be rather like being friends with anyone else (duh) but, well, hands up, everyone who's ever been told by one or more people that, "I always look forward to seeing what you're wearing, it's so different!"
I have noticed that my male and female friends have different attitudes towards my style. My girlfriends will happily coo over new shoes, even though they'd personally MUCH rather wear ballet flats than purple platform boots with painted cobwebs, and if I show up in jeans they look concerned and ask if I'm OK. They also like to select my outfits: "Can you wear your bloomers when we go out next week?"
My male friends are more likely to make 'Gawth jokes' or gently tease me (if I wear my skeleton belt from Restyle, my friend Kyle always asks, "Are you hungry? I can see your ribs..."), but on the whole, to be frank, they aren't really fussed. As Chris put it at the pub one night: "Amy's just Amy. She wears different stuff."
(ALL my friends, though, want to try on my hats.)
I don't have many Goth friends that live locally (one), so often my non-Goth friends are dragged along to gigs or clubs with me. It's always interesting to see how they react. One friend of mine usually goes to big-stadium rock gigs and felt really out of her comfort zone at a small club watching Industrial bands. Another loves coming to events with me and will always get up on the dance floor (behaviour I highly approve of) but insists on telling everyone she meets there that she isn't a Goth.
I think one of the potentially-funniest things is how some of my friends now react to other black-clad types when they're out and about. Most of them will practically start taking notes of the poor innocent darkling's hair, make-up and outfit to pass on to me later. Some will make the effort to go up with a smile or compliment, or just say hi, which I think is sweet. Jodie, however, recently told me that when she saw a clot of Goths walking past, she pasted the BIGGEST, CHEESIEST grin possible on her face and marched past smiling a very toothy smile at them (yup, she smiled a smile *gasp*).
Her companion said (slightly worried), "Do you know those people?"
Jo: "Oh, no."
Friend: "Then why are you smiling at them like that?"
Have you guys had any amusing experiences with your nearest and dearest?