Saturday, July 15, 2006
Blechh.
I'm no expert on fashion, as anyone who has ever seen me out in public will surely attest, but even I have standards.
If you have a muffin-top, please cover it up. Nobody wants to see it. It's ugly. It makes you look like a nickel hooker.
Ditto on the "white muslin skirt with black bikini underpants" look. Nasty.
On the bright side, I didn't spend as much at the grocery store as I usually do. For some reason, nothing looked appetizing.
P.S. Nobody looks good in Daisy Dukes except Daisy Duke.
P.P.S. Just because they make these things in my size doesn't mean they should. You know, like the dinosaur cloning thing, a la Jeff Goldblum.
P.P.S. An actual dinosaur would have looked better in these clothes than some of the women I saw in the grocery store.
P.P.P.S. The only thing worse than having no taste is having no shame. (I read that somewhere and filed it away in my head to use later. And later is now.)
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