Fashion Rocks!

You know, I may be smart at a lot of things, but fashion isn’t one of them. But I do know what I like, and I also know what is perfectly mockable, which brings us to today’s post.

For instance, I don’t just *get* the functionality/point of this outfit.

Who wants to walk around looking like a human toilet brush?

I imagine the hardest part of this dress/coat/smock/whatever (besides the stares as you walk down the street) would be squeezing through doorways. Or maybe it’d be being hit on by the Ty-D-Bowl Man day and night. “Hey, babe – you can scrub my bowl any time you like!”

But I suppose if life as an anorexic pouty-lipped runway model doesn’t work out, she can always find work at the car wash.

Now, this flapper outfit with the feather?

Deliver me from 1925. (Side note: Maybe she needs to wear a sandwich every now and then...)

Of course, there are two possible comments you can say about this one:

1 -- "Cats... Now and Forever!"
2 – "Ladies and Gentlemen: Stevie Nicks!"

Then there’s this stunning look – perfect for a night in the aviary or an everyday trip to Wal-Mart.

And now you know what it looks like when not just the bird poop lands on your head. (Somewhere in central America, the Chiquita Banana girl is laughing her pineapples off.)

Finally, we have this gem of a lovely hat. (Link says: "Solid!")

It goes perfectly with the scrub brush dress, no? How chi-chi. Why, I can just imagine snobby fashionistas walking around the Upper East Side with this on. (They’d have to walk – they’d never fit in a cab.)

So there you go – the wonderfully weird world of what is supposedly cool to wear. Proof that taste is truly subjective.

Me? I’ll stick with my Mickey Mouse t-shirts and jeans, if it’s all the same. I may not be the star of the runway, but I’m also not going to be the freak of the county, either.