Thoughts on... Why fashion bloggers suck.

I honestly feel like blogger these days is practically bubbling over with this type of fashion douche. I'm not talking about legitimate fashion blogs written by people with taste and actual experience and cogency in the fashion industry. I'm talking about the bitch who took one sewing class and considers the fact that she can buy as much shit as she wants with her daddy's credit card a good enough qualification to call herself a fashion designer. They all are "aspiring stylists" who might say they work in "The Industry". I'm sorry, I didn't know that working at your local Urban Outfitters makes you the next Anna Wintour.

They like to speak in "Franglish", using a few phrases that they looked up in a translating dictionary and saying them over and over again. As someone who has studied French since I was 8 years old, this is not only insulting, but it's rather baffling that they think no one can see through their bullshit.

What irks me the most is their followers. They eat up their hideous sense of fashion for breakfast. This, in turn feeds their ever growing egos even further. As if taking pictures of yourself every day with the ten-second timer on your crappy camera and thinking the world cares wasn't a big enough red flag on your narcissistic tendencies. Stop pretending you're in a photo shoot, you're neighbors must think you're crazy.

I don't understand how these people have so much free time on their hands. In that sense, I'm jealous. I guess life is just one big bowl of ice cream when your only job is to fall deeper and deeper in love with yourself while you take pictures of the outfits that you bought with your parent's money. And hey, who wouldn't want it to be that easy? But please, stop acting like what you do is changing the world. There are 2 million other girls just like you online, all of whom think they're just as special as you do.

Retail Therapy :D

There is no better time during the year to shop than late January. Shit is just on sale from left to right. You can get so much crap you don't need for so much less than you'd pay any other time of the year, it almost makes you forget that it's all meaningless anyways!


First thing on my cheap haul? Jizz. Yep, one of my favorite fashion blogs, http://www.bleachblack.com/, has come out with a few shades of nail polish with some hilarious names. This pearly, shiny white color is appropriately called Jizz, and will be perfect for Spring. BleachBlack brand nail paint usually goes for $12.95, but today I bought it for $2.99!



Next thing in my haul? A new ass, of course. I've always wanted a pair of Robin's Jeans, the embroidery on the back is ridiculously adorable plus they've got a touch of spandex in the denim that gives them that comfy stretch. This pair of black Robin's was going for $140 at a retailer in BoysTown, however, they happened to be having a 75% off sale and I got these bad boys for 35 smackers. The best part? The only pair on sale was the one in my size! It's good luck like that that makes me punch the air with glee. Moving on...

About a week ago I discovered this website called http://www.knottyboy.com/, all about dreadlocks (get the play on words?). They sell dreadlock style kits, dreadlock dye kits, and dreadlock accessories. Now I don't have dreads, but I was looking for some beads to put in the thick hairwraps I have in my hair. After scouring through Michael's, Michigan Avenue, and many more places, I couldn't find beads that were wide enough. Then, it hit me. Dreadlock sleeves! Those would be the perfect size! And sure enough, after a quick google search, I found Knotty Boy Dread Stuff. Picked out these Moroccan silver mini sleeves, that came in a pack of 3 for $2.25.



Last in my haul, I got these peacock feather tights that I'm so stoked I found before any of my friends did. Because I think I'm literally in love. These were only 10% off for 24 hours, which still made them an overpriced 20 dollars, but I figured they should at least be good quality and not rip after I wore them like once. Lets hope.


So there you have it. New wardrobe without going broke. I'd like to dedicate this post to my mom for teaching me to be patient, and wait until January 20th to do all my post-holiday shopping. They will get desperate. They will mark shit down till it's dirt cheap. You just must wait. And screw all you snotty ass ho's out there that think discount shopping is so below you. Some people actually have to work for their money, and no one is gonna care how much you paid for your shit when I look equally cute. The end.