In a mad rush to get a bus pass for the Ratboy and get back on the road to pick up the Pookinator, I swung into the local Safeway, and came to a grinding halt as the customer service line was 10 deep. Here’s a little do’s-and-don’ts of fashion from me:<\/p>\n
Do:<\/strong> Purple hair, lip piercings, tattered denim jacket over equally tattered tank-top \/ t-shirt combo. Mostly intact stripey leggings and Doc Martens. Rock on, punky girl!<\/p>\n Don’t:<\/strong> Shapeless jacket over shapeless t-shirt covering up shapeless beer gut. Baggy pants bunched up on the thighs due to the kneepads<\/em>, bright red leather mules. Dude, get an f’ing grip, willya? The last time you saw a lady’s pink bits in person, they were your mom’s on your birthday.<\/p>\n Do:<\/strong>Sneaks, jeans, solid-color t-shirt, nice jacket. So far, so good… This is a fashion statement I have never been able to translate. What are you saying? “I started combing my hair, but got bored and just left the comb there in case I find inspiration to start over.” Do you have any idea how idiotic that looks? And it’s bad enough when guys do it – you should know better!<\/p>\n Do:<\/strong> Black leather tennies, black Levi’s, logo polo shirt, nice black leather jacket…hey wait, that was me! :)<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\nDon’t:<\/strong>…but get that damn pocket comb out of your f’ing afro, girl!<\/p>\n