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Alloy was like the edgier, less”girly” version of Delias. It fulfilled all my sk8r gurl needs.

ALLOY! I always had a knack for buying their cheapest and most-likely-to-fall-apart items. But if I remember Alloy was way cheaper than everything I lusted after from Delias.

Raise your hand if this is where you ordered your JNCO Girls from? I definitely also owned that Superman tee...

If she is leaving Justin for substance abuse issues, she probably won’t get back with brad and his substance abuse issues.

All they have to do is meet for lunch at The Ivy (seated, of course, on the patio). The rags will have enough material for a year.

What! I don’t know that one. But I should be searching the grays for the Marc Jacobs conspiracy theorist on that fashion week article...

Wasn’t her handle one of the gossip rags spelt backwards with her avatar the mag with a big red C on it. God I miss the cadre of misfits that populated Gawker proper.

The artist was in a real tough spot, you have to admit. She had to paint Michelle’s portrait, but also leave enough wiggle room so it can be used to paint Melania’s face over it in a few years.

To be fair, Lifetime could have done worse and has.

Of all the terrible / sad / tragic / depraved stories about the Kennedy’s, Rosemary’s was the worst. Just look at this young woman, being presented at court, just a couple of years before her dad ruined her.

Wow...you made that too easy. You assholes are terrible at hide and seek. Oh... and go fuck yourself, k thanks!

You do realize that all ethnicities have the exact same statistic, right? Whites are most likely to be killed by whites, but you never hear anyone talk about white on white crime. I wonder why that is...

Fake pockets make me hulk out with rage.

Most confusing design element, though: FAKE POCKETS.

What the hell kind of hoodie doesn’t have pockets? I feel you, kid.

But, will they also have pockets?

Mixed feelings...love inclusion/ still feel that women wearing a hijab is the product of misogyny.

This is such a sweet story.

It’s a mix of Louis XVI and 30s/40s modern. Very Syrie Maugham in a way.

My parents lived near that building 50 years ago and my mom was OBSESSED with trying to spot her. Then one day, my mom was pushing my brother in a baby carriage and Greta Garbo was walking towards them. As she passed my mom, she said, “you’re baby is beautiful”.