Aren't Highwaters a Bad Thing? (aka Have Mental Patients Taken over the Fashion World??
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I've always wanted to be more fashionable than I am. However, the fact that I abhor shopping (and yes, I was born a woman) coupled with my general lack of money leaves me with maybe a few "going out" ensembles in a giant sea of blah-wear. If anyone wants to nominate me for a What Not To Wear makeover, I'm all for it. But there is one trend that Stacy and Clinton better dare not try to push on me: the inexplicable marriage of capris and boots.
I love capris (and pedal pushers). I love boots.
When I see them together, I HATE. I mean, it actually pisses me off to the point where I want to go up to the girl wearing them, shak e her violently and scream, "What is wrong with you??
? Do you SEE what you're wearing??
Forget what Vogue says, can you honestly look at yourself and tell me that you look normal???
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
!!" I feel like I'm losing my mind.
How has this look become acceptable? No, no..
.more than just acceptable. The HOT look for fall.
I don't get it. I can even understand short shorts with boots. That at least makes sense.
And you know, when I find hooker-wear more reasonable than what's supposedly "in," something is very wrong.
I'm sorry if I'm offending any of you ladies out there who like or wear this look..
..
No I'm not.
I'm not sorry. It's stupid. It's like embracing "floods.
" The floods just got shorter and the boots got higher. I won't be surprised if pairing hot pants with waders is next fall's rage.
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So folks, I am out of the hospital. I was sprung on Wednesday afternoon. Hopefully now this medical drama is over.
Speaking of medical drama, if anyone has ever been to the NYU Medical Center ER...
.did you feel like you walked into an episode of Grey's Anatomy? Like 70% of the staff there is unreasonably good looking.
(No Patrick Dempsey, sorry to say.) The rest of the hospital is fairly normal, but the ER is apparently where all the hotties work. One doctor looked like the love child of Scott Foley and Patrick Muldoon, and a med student who came by to check on me had the Freddie Prinze, Jr.
vibe going on. And it wasn't just the men, I had a beautiful, Russian lady doc helping me out. She wasn't Zeta-Jonesy enough to make me switch teams, but who knows what would have happened had they given me some morphine or valium or medicinal marijuana.
Then again, I was looking like ass, so it wasn't really an opportune time for me to be flirting with anyone - man, woman or transgender.
Oh, and for anyone who thinks the hospital is a good place to get some rest..
.it's not. Nothing like a 3 am blood pressure check to disrupt your sleep.
Thanks to all who expressed their concerns for me!
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New York City.
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