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These two women can tell us how to dress because _______________.
Posted in Celebrities, Fashion, Words
Tagged Anna del Russo, Carine Roitfeld, hideous crap
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The Word is Dickhead
Thanks to finding this video here, I now know there’s a word for everything I hate online (because I am largely protected from it in real life.) DICKHEADS!
Everywhere you go, these Dickheads are there, ruining everything.
Meet Monique
Remember an avid troll commenter called Monique, who returned again and again to let me know what a stupid and pathetic untalented jealous loser I am? Remember when she passed on a message from her friend Gretchen that “my cunt is full of sand?”
Well, now it is my privilege to introduce the camera shy Monique R, pictured above sharing a toast with her friends Sea, Platinum-Hair Girl and a young man named Fred who favors wacky hats.
When she isn’t flaming bloggers who make fun of Sea, Monique likes to take photos and hang out at bars to watch guys dancing in their underwear. She protects her tweets, perhaps because she knows that people could come along and join a malicious hatemail campaign against her, AT ANY MOMENT!
Look how happy Monique is, dining with her idol, rubbing elbows with the social gentry, perhaps comparing funny hats with that guy Fred. What made Monique go all rabid and ballistic when I teased Sea? Why was Monique so relentless and below the belt?
People are so fucking weird. They are truly unfathomable. I am learning this every day. Some of them need to be kept safely at a distance. Some will come at you only when they smell blood. The new Gentler Sister Wolf does not advocate any nasty comments designed to upset Monique. Instead, maybe we can help her explore her fanatical fealty to Sea, or her delusion that she “knows” me from looking back through the archives here.
I know you are an aspirational type, Monique. Screeching online about a strangers vag is not the way to social success, unless Dallas is much weirder than I imagined.
But I forgive you. You’re just out of your element.
Comments For Gala Darling 9-16-2010
It has been brought to my attention that the blogger known as Gala Darling has stopped taking comments, as if I’m the fucking Minister of Comments. Fine. I took the time to read Ms. Darling’s emotional manifesto regarding her controversial decision. It didn’t make any sense, but it seems to boil down to this:
Writing should not be corrupted by the anticipation of a response. Writing should be a pure form of expression by the artist, whose art need not and should not be produced for an audience. Otherwise, the artist is just pandering to the audience, from whom he/she desires approval.
Not only that, but the comments are hindering Ms. Darling”s personal growth.
Okay then! Do any of you feel compelled to leave a comment for Gala Darling, at the risk of fucking with her personal growth? If so, here is your chance. I will go first:
Dear Gala, I wonder why you don’t do your writing in a journal, so as to maintain your purity of purpose? The most sincere artistic expression is that produced in private, with no thought as to the market or audience! Why not go the distance, and keep your writing for yourself! Think of the purity, the boldness, the largess of freeing up bandwidth for those cheap hucksters who write in order to communicate with others! Ah, what do I know, right? Follow your bliss, but maybe lay off the tattoos for awhile. Love, SW
Uh-Oh, the Shopping Cure Backfired!
My ingenious method of self-intervention worked so well last time!
But shit, this blue fur pea-coat is perfect for me! I am rocking the shit out of it, right?!?
Since it’s $3,105 at Opening Ceremony, it’s not gonna happen. Waaaaah!
Maybe the New Shopping will be Virtual Shopping, for most of us, anyway. You can feel the thrill without the remorse. All you need is a kid with mad photoshop skills.
The Good Old Days
Way back in time, when life was still silly and fun, I created a character on MySpace called Brad Boner. For some reason, he was obsessed with U2. I just remembered him tonight, and I had a good laugh at him/me.
I was inspired to created Brad when my BFF created “Olga”, after I confided to her that I’d opened a box of cosmetics that was mistakenly delivered to my house but addressed to someone named Olga. Olga was just there to tease me but she went on to make 43 friends.
Nowadays, I hardly ever see the BFF and the pleasure of screwing around on MySpace has been usurped by the deadly dullness of Facebook, where the etiquette is as strict as haiku and the blocking software is as ruthless as anything devised by the CIA.
I miss Brad and Olga and my relative innocence!
Rocking Some Clueless Style
I admit that my definition for Clueless Goth Style was pretty unintelligible. But Enna, above, has put together a great look: It’s kind of Blogger-Hooker crossed with Hipster Underage Granny. She knows that it’s mandatory to rock a fur thing and a Dope Dealer hat.
Here is Redhead Fashionista rocking a (subconscious?) tribute to Sea, with striking black lipstick and a bumble bee themed outfit, and bringing a saucy tough-girl vibe to the Goth Lolita thing. Isn’t she gorgeous and clueless?
HelOnWheels looks tragically Goth and clueless in this old school tartan bondage dress and stupid hippie ankh. The excessive rings and pretentious hat are perfection!
Lois-Elizabeth take Clueless over the edge into Mental. The Goth Hooker dress with white accents is begging for attention, and the pigeon-toed stance pulls it all together.
Angelica really nails it with the shredded leggings and headband. The lace-up boots are bang on trend, and the heavy showgirl make up is perfect for making a strong first impression.
Athif knows how to rock fur, doesn’t he? The thing around his neck looks like it was only recently running around someone’s garden, while the fluffy footwear says Chanel knock-off. Ripped leg-wear and scary jewelry show that Athif has done his fashion homework!
WOW, Marie is a genius. Here, she looks sexily disheveled as though apres lovemaking (or pony-play?) in a barn. Let’s take another look.
This outfit is dripping with style, beginning with that fabulous cape. The lace, the chains, the hat, the attitude, Marie is a vision of loveliness in her Military Madonna outfit. WordPress is too stupid to let me post the full size pictures of Marie, but I’ll be happy to send them to you in email if you ask nicely.
I was thinking about attempting my own Clueless Goth look but I just can’t get dressed today due to extreme lethargy, depression, and antibiotics. Thank you, Marie, Enna, Angelica, Lois-Elizabeth, Athif, HelOnWheels, and Redhead Fashionista for your team spirit and for sharing your creativity! xoxoxo
Gratuitous Cute Guy Post III
This one’s a little David Lee Roth, and yet….it works.
Miles is nothing but pure yummy. Remember?
Right?
This one is making me forget about Miles. He’s a model from the Gilded Age SS-11 runway show, but I feel certain he’s also highly intelligent.
Who can resist a man in a wedding gown?! Not me.
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Tomorrow I’m going to gather the Clueless Goth contestants, so hurry up if you want to get in on it. (I may even try it myself if I can get off my ass for a change.)