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September 10, 2014 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
I’ve been waiting for something interesting to happen at the New York Fashion Week. Like a Sarah Jessica Parker shooting spree or Michelle Rodriguez caught finger banging the mayor’s lesbian wife. But nothing. I understand fasion is supposed to appear inane to my sensibilities as an individual approximating the ultimate male. But the more you know about Marc Jacobs, the better you will do in early rounds of dating. Your date doesn’t want to hear about the resurgent Bills. She wouldn’t believe it either.
I found something interesting at Fashion Week. Some chick who looks like an elongated Kardashian with her tit hanging out. I believe that’s what the fashion world refers to as re-directing focus. As far as designer tits go, it seems both sensible and trendy, ready for day or evening objectification. Fashion doesn’t have to be boring and sucky. It just chooses to be.
Update: Jack tells me by way of electronic mail that “The tit bomber is a tranny by the name of Jennifer Paris. You can google him.” I choose to believe Jack, but not follow his instructions.
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