I haven't had a pair of those - though I want the boots kinda bad - but the wooden-soled Troentorps I've been wearing for the last 5 years are cruel mistresses. No flexibility in the sole is extremely awkward.

To say nothing of his calling women who go to Planned Parenthood for health care "hookers" recently.

There is a fascinatingly dumb video of her and her hairdresser/BFF Bradley doing her hair that I love - I'm mostly into it because Bradley went to my high school and I worked with him at a salon, where he kissed rich lady ass like no other.

Best book ever. It reads like a bunch of audacious lies just like a good autobiography should.

And all he needs to do is hire a good designer, re-release the good shit like Balenciaga did and stop branding polo shirts and shit. Such a big duh.

As a Seattleite with simple needs (a double shot), I find that Starbucks baristas instantly forget my drink (because it's not high maintenance enough?) and then I have to ask them where the fuck my drink is. They're frequently the only game in the suburbs on saturday mornings before estate sales, the only reason I go…

The relentless harping of the Ben is Dead ladies on Shannen Dougherty's having one eyeball higher than the other kept me laughing throughout the 90s.

I know we all think of David's Bridal lace when we see it, but handmade lace actually isn't usually very itchy depending on the thread. One cool thing about it another commenter brought up is that it was made by the school of needlework in London by lots of young women just learning lace-making.

It's Cartier, but I wonder if it has a name. I would call it Wilhelmina.

I read the lace included the flowers (rose, shamrock, daffodil, thistle) symbolizing England, Ireland, Wales, and Scotland, and that became the coolest part for me - but now it's this, too. Ah! I love it.

Exactly, yes! I thought of my own working-class mom, a clerical worker who was also secretary of her AFL-CIO/AFSCME union, who had ladies babysitting us while she worked & went to meetings/conventions.

EVERYthing is slang for pussy. I recently met someone with the name 'Tokey' and had to stifle giggling - it's my personal slang for lady business.

"Couldn't afford the upkeep" = bought it with the intent of development and neglected it on purpose. I can't believe that guy is actually baldface lying like that on national tv just to advertise his little project. Vomit.

I think art school - since Strummer went to Central St. martins -had something to do with their aesthetics as well but I may be full of shit.

Just one lick every once in a while, just to say she'd done it. Then she'd polish it up.

The Asscher was also D color and IF = internally flawless (highest grade) and the cut was excellent.

My coworker made a point of licking it a lot. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

They have nice jewelry, I'm just saying that it's overpriced for what it is. Those rotisserie chickens are real AND they're a good deal.

Having worked for a jeweler and having seen a 13 ct. IF Asscher cut diamond with a price of $360,000, I think Costco is pulling a stunt. A big freaking round brilliant in a Tiffany setting for the price of six homes is a total crock.

But they didn't go to the laundromat with all the machines named after gay icons (as in "Divine doesn't appear to be agitating. May I have my quarters back?")! I would add that. And the bears-only Starbucks in Noe Valley. Dodging all the lady couples with strollers full of twins and triplets due to hormone therapy is…