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He’s Trendy

April 26th, 2010 | 5 comments | Posted by Diana

Oh, THERE you are Bobby Trendy!

I didn’t see you there.

Oh wait, let me restate that: I didn’t want to see you there.

[via Dlisted]


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American Apparel, You Won’t Do This To Us Again

January 14th, 2010 | 5 comments | Posted by Diana

I can’t help but think that every time the girl in the new American Apparel ad (the one peddling some godawfully ugly black lace bodysuit) cringes every time she sees the damn thing.

‘Cuz I would. I would feel ashamed. Very ashamed.

[American Apparel - Official Site]


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Thanks, Bobby Trendy!

November 23rd, 2009 | 3 comments | Posted by Diana

Hi Bobby!

Great AMAs aesthetic.

We have been dying for you to cover your shit up for years. And now, look! You look fabulous!!! And FIERCE! Never better.

Lady BoBo

Lady BoBo

Keep up the good work! Don’t stop it if it’s workin’.


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Smells Like Independent Spirit

February 23rd, 2009 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

“Oscars Shmoscars! I’m here at the Independent Spirit Awards, which is the Academy Awards for smart, quirky actors who do normal people-things like knitting and shopping for their own groceries. Speaking of that, I was vacuuming my house right before this thingy, and I somehow got my dress caught on the vacuum head, and half of my dress ripped off! But then I thought the dress looked even more edgy, so what the hell? And with a dress this DIY, I figured I didn’t really need to wash my hair or accessorize or pick out shoes that actually go with this outfit. How’s that for indie spirit? Lord, please let Michel Gondry put me in his next movie!”

Thanks, James!

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Blame It on the Poncho

December 2nd, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

Reasons Not to Wear a Poncho:

  1. They make you look like a beached whale
  2. They make you look like an arm amputee
  3. They will not get you laid
  4. They are sooo 2002
  5. They are sooo 1972
  6. They scream “Shit-Faced Frat Boy Who Got Separated from His Broheems after a Late-Night Donkey Show in TJ”
  7. They’re bad luck. You put one on and a week later, you’re out of a job, like Thai Prime Minister Somchai Wongsawat, who just resigned under pressure from the Thai military and the people

George Bush, you’re next!


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When Nobodies Collide

November 24th, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Diana
“I-don’t-know-who-they-are-either” hall-of-famers Phoebe
Price and Bobby Trendy shop for garish trimmings in Los Angeles

PHOEBE: Oh my god, what’s-your-name, you look fuckin’ FAB. Are you tucking?

BOBBY: Tuck and roll, baby! And, ohmigosh,what’s-your-name, you arm poufs are smashing. SMASHING!

PHOEBE: We look hot. My name’s Phoebe.

BOBBY: [forgets instantly] I don’t care. My name’s Bobby.

PHOEBE: [forgets instantly] Right.


PHOEBE: So did you hear about that bitch, Diana, at DISGRASIAN?

BOBBY: Ooh! What happened to her? Is she muerto?

PHOEBE: Oh–nothing. She just went away for a week. Didn’t you notice that the blog got about 100 times funnier while she was away? Anyway, she’s back.

BOBBY: I never think that bitch is funny.

PHOEBE: No. But the other bitch is hi-larious.

BOBBY: Which bitch?


BOBBY: [confused] Oh–oh.

PHOEBE: You look confused.

BOBBY: Wait, you can read?

PHOEBE: You can’t?

BOBBY: [dramatic pause] No.

PHOEBE: [gasps]

BOBBY: [with dismay] I can only read two words: “Juicy” and “Couture.” No wait, I can also read: “Hump” and “Day.”

PHOEBE: Oh, THANK GOD! At least you have that.

BOBBY: It’s all I need.

PHOEBE: What about this? Y-O-U A-R-E A N-E-R-D.

BOBBY: Um… does that spell “unicorn?”

PHOEBE: Yes!!!

BOBBY: Oh, goody!

PHOEBE: How about this? Y-O-U-R F-A-C-E I-S T-O-R-E U-P!

BOBBY: I–um, red-headed ginger lady–you are going a little fast for Bobby!

PHOEBE: Oh, I’m sorry, love. L-I-P G-L-O-S-S I-S F-O-R L-A-D-I-E-S.

BOBBY: Stop it! Stop it!

PHOEBE: Oh, I’ll stop it.

BOBBY: [sobbing heavily] STOP IT!

PHOEBE: [cackles] O-H-K-A-Y.

BOBBY: You’re the devil!

PHOEBE: [laughing to tears] Y-E-S I A-M! A-N-D Y-O-U A-R-E A D-I-S-G-R-A-C-E T-O Y-O-U-R R-A-C-E!

BOBBY: [collapses in a pile of leopard spandex]


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August 27th, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

Can anyone tell me why Cindy McCain and her daughter Bridget, 16, who was adopted as a baby from Bangladesh, are dressed alike in this photo taken after last Sunday’s church service? Because when I was Bridget’s age, I wanted to look like anyone but my mother. I wanted, in fact, to look like Samantha Micelli.

Who was the boss of my 16 year-old look? Sam. When Sam got a big-ass perm, I got a big-ass perm. When she rocked the acid-wash jeans, I rocked the acid-wash. When Sam started blow-drying her hair straight, I started letting my big-ass perm grow out so I could go back to my naturally straight hair. I had a closet full of baggy sweaters and button down shirts with shoulder pads that I would wear with the sleeves rolled up, all thanks to Sam. Even those seasons when her hair was always pulled back in a barrette, giving her this fug pouf for bangs (a style FLDS women seem to have cribbed)…I copied her exactly.

Was that better than styling myself like my mom? No. But it was a lot less weird.

Unless I’ve got it all wrong and it’s Cindy who’s trying to dress like her 16 year-old daughter. In which case…still weird.


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