Overuse of the word”organic”
The word organic has crept its way into the American vernacular to basically describe the development of the creative process. “The work evolved in an organic way” or “I just let it organically flow from my center.” While one of the applicable definitions is: developing in the manner of living organisms, I just think it’s just thrown around to sound artsy fartsy.
Let me preface that if you own this car, we can still be friends, HOWEVER, I will not be carpooling with you! I don’t know what is worse, the fact that it looks like a hearse or is a mish-mash of old and new styling, the PT Cruiser is, to me, aesthetically displeasing. Add some spinning wheels and a purple paint job and we’ve got a crazy Plymouth package.
These doors are like the the roulette table, the odds are stacked against you. I have terrible visions of getting stuck in there with someone and having to make awkward small talk while the handymen try to fix the hinges. Or, I am afraid that somehow my clothing will catch and I’ll be catapulted forward and around. And even sillier, I sometimes think I won’t make my exit and that going around one more time might somehow brand me as incompetent in all areas of life!
Sorority sisters at UT Austin love this shit. Not sure why. To me, it looks like the scraps at the fabric store, repurposed to look like a diaper bag. The quilted stitching and the nauseating patterns are enough to make me gag. I guess if you are still into Laura Ashley, then Vera Bradley is the way to go.
Dudes in Tank Tops
Hey, I like eye candy like every other straight girl, but guys, keep the gun show at the gym. It seems that tank tops have made inroads into male everyday dress. I guess it’s the metrosexual or hipster thing to do, baring those arms. But seriously, even if they are built, I just can’t stand it. I guess it’s probably my fear that they will raise their arms – the horror.