Came for this comment! Waiting for the Proto Zoa hair spikes! Why is it just the cringy female trends coming back? I demand guys wear bleached tips and tons of hair glue to achieve the perfect spikeage if I’m going to take this Tik Tok “vintage” fashion seriously.

i’ve been waiting my whole life for hot pink spandex jumpsuit + a clear pvc skirt + silver knee high silver boots to be the lewk.

I am now also looking forward to Zenon inspired fashion; also, the long overdue popularization of the exclamation “Zedis Lapedis”.

Say what you want.

I am glad for them, I do hope they are enjoying themselves. I only hope the only options for pants aren’t low rise and mom jeans again (it was on my town) and that is all.

I both love and hate strolling through the aisles of Urban Outfitters, where I worked in 2006, and seeing shit I would be begging my mom to buy for me from DeLiA*s in 1996.

I am both delighted and repulsed by all the crushed velvet, ribbon hems, wide-wale corduroy and itty bitty Paris Hilton mini dresses.  

These things are an embarrassment. They look like they came out of the discount bin at the Dollar Tree.

She looked fine, but not fit. Her stomach has obviously been lipo’ed. She otherwise just looked like a regular person in a really tacky swimsuit.

When people turn to racism and classism to “deal with their trauma” we can still call them shitty for that. Also, she could have been shitty in private and been fine, she’d still be richer than god. She went out of her way to be publicly shitty in order to get richer.

Does Paris pay you hourly, or do you get a salary?

And don’t forget her homophobia.

Thanks. I needed to be reminded of this today. Deep in some family bullshit and trying to keep my head above the sewage. 

Just so we’re all fucking clear about one little aspect of Piers Morgan - he hacked a dead teenager’s phone to dig up dirt, sorry, “a story”.  The man can go choke on a forest of dicks.

As someone who spent half my life trying to reconcile with the historic shittiness of my own father, I’d like to say to everyone dealing with the same: Fuck ‘em.

Drag ‘em. Burn ‘em. Don’t give them a goddamn inch because they will take several miles. Don’t hem and haw, don’t try and rationalize or make excuses for…

Nothing makes me want to hurl myself into the sun quite like transphobia disguised as concern for women.

I'm still delighted when I hear The President, and realize that doesn't mean Trump!

I am not a good person by any stretch of the imagination. But the depths to which these people will sink to further their disgusting agendas and fleece the lumpen is still often astounding to me. The fact that trump (a person who can’t string together words in an intelligible way or express a coherent thought) is god-k…

I’ve almost - almost - gotten to the point that when someone on tv says “the president” I don’t immediately look for the remote to cut off the sound.  It’s going to take a while to recover from trump PTSD.

Sometimes I really wish I had no shame, empathy and compassion so I could just say the most vile things and present myself as a conservative leader so all the right wing billionaires and think tanks would throw tens of millions of dollars at year at me to say whatever they want me to say  

The podcast You’re Wrong About did a great episode about the Wardrobe Malfunction if you’re interested: