Saturday, March 10, 2007
Down Boy Down!
Dear Michael on Bravo's "Top Design",
Seriously. At least in NYC we've issued a moratorium on popped collars. Yeah, how fucking ironic it was for a wee while, but that ended by Fall, 2006. Even the behind-the-times suburban mall rat tourists are showing up less and less with the collar shit. It's done! Unless you're in a 1980s-set period movie or Off-Off-Bway play. And you're not in either of those!
I will pursue, with an unprecedented fervor, state by state and national legislation to staunch your collar popping offenses.
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?
And your fabric choices SUCK.
But you are kinda nerdy cute otherwise. Lose the collar. Get dates. From first world countries.
PS - That collar popping thing, I'm serious about pursuing legal solutions if that's what it takes. Like claim it's a secret sign used by terrorist cell members.