Inspired: My Favorite Rock Muses

I always thought the perfect career for me would be as a "rock muse". You know - a groupie of sorts who hangs out and inspires rock stars to write classic jams about her.  I have a bohemian personal style, a strong level of comfort with casual drug use and I wouldn't mind being all cramped up in a van as long as I get to rage backstage every night. I'll have to work on the whole perfectly tousled hair thing, but my god, give a girl a chance! Seriously, if anyone knows of a position like this opening up, get at me. Who knows? Maybe my mere presence could inspire the great rock anthem of our generation.

Since the whole muse thing is probably a bit of a tough business to break into (an internship, perhaps?) I suppose I have to settle for taking inspiration from those who came before me. I've noticed that a lot of the songs I love describe the kind of magnetic, inalienably stylish women we all aspire to be. Obviously these were some banging', stylin' babes if they had the likes of Jim Morrison, Bob Dylan, etc. penning anthems for them. I mean, really. What's more - they were actual people that existed at one point and often it isn't terribly hard to figure out who they were (thanks, Googs!).

Everyone knows "Like a Rolling Stone" was written about Edie Sedgwick, the legendary Warhol factory girl and fashion icon. "Just Like a Woman" and possibly "Leopard Pillbox Hat" are also reportedly about her, but for some reason whenever I hear "Like a Rolling Stone" I automatically think of her and it totally gives me the chills. Having an ex call you on all your flaws so publicly couldn't have been easy, but the fact that it's probably one of the top 10 best songs ever would sure as hell ease the pain for me. Granted, she died in '71 before she could have known the full magnitude of the song over the years, but still.

Loving Edie feels like such a fashion cliche, but it's hard not to. She was so vulnerable and fucked up and glamorous and spoiled and just totally bat-shit crazy. A winning combination, in my book. Maybe not for like, friends, but certainly for style icons.

"...exchanging all kind of precious gifts and things, but you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it, babe. You used to be so amused at Napoleon in rags and the language that he used. Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse, when you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose." - Like A Rolling Stone

If this doesn't make you wanna go buy some huge ass earrings, (or smoke a cig, for that matter) I am unsure of what will.

She must have also been like, really flexible because there are a fuckton of pictures of her posing like this.

If you look closely, you can see a bruise on her leg. They don't make 'em like that anymore, because today everything has to be fucking airbrushed and perfect. Bring back the bruises!

A favorite song by my all time favorite band, The Doors, describes Ray Manzarek's wife (then girlfriend), Dorothy. A lot of fans thought the song was a metaphor for the media conglomerate of the same name, but they would be wrong because in both Ray and drummer John Densmore's autobiographies they say it was about her. BAM! Schooled. There aren't a ton of pictures of her hanging around the innernets, but in the ones that do exist, she looks reasonably badass.

 "Well, she's fashionably lean and she's fashionably late. She'll never wreck a scene, she'll never break a date...She's the queen of cool, and she's the lady who waits. Since her mind left school, it never hesitates. She won't waste time on elementary talk, 'cause she's a twentieth century fox" - Twentieth Century Fox

I love a lady who pulls off a strong bang like this. 

Much more pulled together than I imagined a "road look" being, but hey - to each muse her own. 

Of course, if I'm gonna mention Dorothy, I have to mention Pam - Jim Morrison's "cosmic other" (why is that not a relationship classification available to me on Facebook?). She inspired and is mentioned in countless Doors songs, notably "Roadhouse Blues" ("keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel" were apparently instructions Jim gave her when they were driving around intoxicated), "Queen of the Highway", "Peace Frog" and "Blue Sunday". And contrary to what Oliver Stone wants us all to think, I'm pretty sure Jim never locked her in a closet and set it on fire, though they did have a pretty tumultuous relationship. 

"She came to town and then she drove away, sunlight in her hair."- Peace Frog

"I see your hair is burn in', hills are filled with fire. If they say I never loved you, you know they are a liar." - LA Woman

Jim & Pam are my spirit animal. I imagine perhaps that unicorn casually chilling next to them is theirs.

I feel like if I found a large gem thingie I could DIY this and be the baddest bitch at every festival. Hmm...

At some point,  Jim bought her a boutique she called Themis. On her death certificate, her occupation was listed "shop owner". Don't ask me how I know that, it's just a morbidly beautiful detail I've been carrying around in my brain.

Finally, Pattie Boyd was the ultimate rock groupie, marrying not one, but two legendary musicians. She was married to George Harrison, inspiring the Beatles' "Something", "I Need You" and "For You Blue" and then just peaced out to marry Eric Clapton who wrote "Layla" and "Wonderful Tonight" for her. Totally casual.

Girlfriend was pretty hot.

Not sure who the dude in this one is, but I love love love her outfit. I like it so much it makes me want to bring pigtails back, but I think we can all agree those are better left in the past.

There's a reason we all keep coming back to the 60's for style inspiration.

Help! I'm hungover and I can't get up.

Why hello blogosphere!

Today I'm going to talk to you about something very important: what to put on your bod when you are hungover as shit and feel like you're going to die if you move any more than is absolutely necessary. This is a topic that is near and dear to my heart, and as my close friends would tell you, I have cultivated a hungover look that is quite distinct in its ability to signal to any observer that I feel like absolute shitballs, but that I'm not givin' up hope completely. It's a delicate balance, of course. This may also be because whatever percentage of the time I am NOT hungover, I generally try to put in a solid amount of effort into my appearance - hair, makeup, outfit of some kind, etc. But when I am hungover all this pretty much goes by the wayside. Liberating? Maybe. But more often than not, this look can only really be developed out of genuine necessity. Things like 9 AM class on Friday morning, informal sorority chapter and pretty much any/every Sunday are the perfect times for a hungover ensemble. And if you're not hungover enough to need one? Well, then, you my friend are DOING IT WRONG. Come back when you have your life together, please!

My hungover outfits typically look something like this:

Shiny leggings and oversized everything.

Notice how this is just toeing the line between complete shambles and some semblance of normalcy. You don't want to just be wearing regular clothes, because you're hungover and inevitably look like shit and you don't want there to be any confusion about your knowledge of that fact. If you're dressed normal but look like death, people might think that's just how you look. And also, you're fucking hungover and you FEEL LIKE DEATH, so why would you ever want to put on jeans or worse, a dress??? You wouldn't. You want to put on leggings because as soon as you are done doing whatever required you to get dressed in the first place, you can have a seamless transition back into your bed/couch without any pants changing required. Brilliant, isn't it? Sweatpants should really only be worn in the most dire of situations. Like, you're on your hungover death bed but if you miss one more class you're going to fail college and legitimately not graduate and be disowned by your parents. Or if you're driving home from a wild weekend in Canada. Then it's allowed. Because we all know what happens in car rides home from Canada stays in car rides home from Canada.


An important note: sunglasses are EXTREMELY key in these types of situations. Sure, there's the whole sensitivity to light thing, but there's a whole host of other reasons to utilize sunglasses. First, it hides your poor little hungover face from observers of it, which is good because you're probably just trying to get from point A to point B and back to your aforementioned couch without a whole lot of obstacles. Sunglasses not only add to your fuck-off vibe 100% but keep you from being easily recognized, which is an important thing on say, a college campus where you probably know every third person you (pretend not to) see. The bigger and more obnoxious the sunglass, the better, I say. Also? It doesn't matter if it's not actually sunny. Having lived in what is basically the Arctic Tundra for four years I can definitely testify to having worn hungover sunglasses quite literally rain or shine. Because, fuck it. I'M HUNGOVER.

While I hope this was inspirational to all of you, finding your own unique hungover style is a task every woman has to tackle on her own, and I wish you each luck in your hungover endeavors. Whether it's getting a burrito at Chipotle or getting to chapter on time, we all have tasks we must complete under the residual effects of a good night out. And not to alarm those of you who haven't made it there yet, but it seems that in the real world people are required to still appear to be normal, functioning members of society on Friday mornings. It's a rather bizarre ritual that I personally don't like at all. Time for a change in 2013? I think so. I think so.

Happy Birthday to My Ultimate Fashion Icon

Kate Moss turns 39 today! I have loved Kate Moss for so long, I can't even remember a time when I didn't love Kate Moss. Seriously. Freshman year of college when I was crazy, I had a topless picture of her hanging in my dorm room and I used to tell everyone that my nipples looked exactly like hers. They kind of do, but I no longer share that information with random people, except when I do.

Sure, she's been blamed for anorexia, smoking, heroin addition and a whole host of other ostensibly bad things, but doesn't that just add to her badass appeal? And no one, I mean NO ONE has better street style than her. While part of me wants to hate her for looking better at 39 than I do at 23, I just like her too much. Because she's human and she's flawed and she owns it and genuinely appears to not give a fuck.

She's obviously jaw-droppingly gorgeous, but she isn't "perfect" and the fact that at 5'7, with imperfect teeth she can be the biggest supermodel in the world for the past 20 years makes room for every other girl to look in the mirror and love her own quirks. It's weird, because she's been blamed for all these eating disorders and body-hatred among young women, but all she's really done all these years is be herself. She's obviously a naturally thin, small-framed woman and she came into modeling during a time when the most successful women were tall, busty and All-American looking. She carved out a market for the slightly scrawny, strange beauty standing in the corner smoking a cigarette, not giving a shit. And for me, that girl is so much more interesting than the perfectly made-up glamazon with the huge boobs. Not to hate on that look either, but without Kate the world of fashion would be a much different place, I imagine. So, happy birthday to one of my top three style icons! (The other two are Edie Sedgwick and Courtney Love, just in case you were desperately wondering).

90's Kate. Fucking gorgeous.

My boyfriend recently had a dream in which we got married and I showed up to the wedding wearing a feather crown like this. And in this dream, he left me at the altar! Men...

Kate & Johnny. Nice coffee mug,  J.Deps

This picture made me want to go to music festivals.

This picture made me wanna smoke cigs.

This picture makes me wonder if smoking cigs while wearing  a facemask cancels out all the negative effects?!?! 

Swoon.

Nonchalance is the name of the game

Check the perfectly tousled, I-don't-care hair on the right.

This image graced my freshman dorm wall. 

Check How Stylish I Am in My Awesome Dream Life

January fashion is boring me. I love layering, but this time of year I'm always so over it. I miss being able to wear jackets instead of coats, flats instead of boots and BARE LEGS! They feel like a thing of the distant, distant past. New York hasn't even been that cold, but trying to dress for the weather and also look somewhat stylish and professional is making mornings a nightmare. Everything in my closet just feels so blah and all I want to do is just be warm - not exactly an invitation for adventurous fashion choices.   I would love to go shopping, but I'm trying out this new thing. It's called saving money - apparently people do it? I dunno, but I hear it's all the rage.

So, instead of going out and buying a bunch of shit, I'm going to quell my desires for new clothes with some images of what I wear everyday in my amazing dream life where I have a lot of money and a high tolerance for heel-induced pains.  Clearly, Louboutins are a staple of dream life fashion.

I'm sorry - is this not the most badass outfit you've ever seen? If I could look like this every time I go out on a Saturday, I would be happy.

This is the perfect artsy meets professional outfit for a day at work. Except in reality those heels plus me plus 8 AM would not equal fun times. 

Perfect for lazy, hungover Sundays when I don't want to hear, see or otherwise acknowledge the existence of other humans standing in the way between me and my brunch.

In other news, I totally see why preteens like Polyvore so much. That shit is FUN, man. Why didn't they have that when we were kids. Oh, right, we were too busy playing with Palace Dolls (remember that???) Now if only these outfits could come alive and populate mah closet. Hmm. 

Thoughts on Style at the Golden Globes

I think it's interesting to read the coverage from various media outlets regarding celebrities sartorial choices at the Golden Globes and other awards shows. In fact, I don't particularly give a shit about awards shows, minus all the hoopla the next day regarding who looks fabulous and who looked like a fucking train wreck. The interesting thing that I've noticed is that a lot of the opinions I've read seem to completely disagree. For example, the notoriously hard-to-please Fug Girls liked Lena Dunham's dress, naming it their "Best Surprise", while Artinfo very much did not. Personally, I thought it was very very meh.

Mehtastic.

Here are some that I did like:

I see why some people are gonna hate on this, because it's a little much and it kind of reminds me of something my grandmother would have had in the '80s, but it fits her body like a glove and the deep-V keeps it from reading as too weird or old lady.

I don't know why I like this so much! I feel like I should totally hate it or like, make some comment about a curtain/couch cushion vomit explosion, but I just think it's fun and fresh. Good for you, Lucy Liu!

This isn't anything super special, but it's really glamorous and pretty and somehow manages to not wash her out as one might imagine it would.  Love me some simple, unadulterated, old-Hollywood glamour.

 Here are some that I really, really super-duper loved: 

I just think this is gorgeous and looks so lovely against her skin color. Also I envy any woman who can pull off bangs to that degree.

I guess I'm really into neutral-hued gowns these days, but I also think it's the lip color that's really making this look for me. I could do without the little bow, but who's being picky?

I feel like a lot of people would hate this or something, but I FUCKING LOVE IT. It's so sexy and badass without trying too hard. I get sick of seeing so many overly "princessy" gowns - it's not prom, dude. If I could go to an awards show, I would totally want to wear this dress.

And finally, Nicole Richie, whom I've adored since her Simple Life days. She really knocked this one out of the park, no? It's amazing how sexy a totally covered-up dress can be when it fits right and has some sparkle.

And now, here are what I would like to refer to as the "Oh, honey, no"s of the evening:

Okay, full disclosure: I detest Anne Hathaway.  And okay, I get that you lost a bunch of weight and cut your hair for Les Mis, but are you a fucking major movie star or not? To me, this just looks so sad. The color washes her out, the silhouette does nothing for her. She is drowning in blah. Is Rachel Zoe still styling this woman? If so, I need some answers as to what happened here PLEASE.

I guess I'm hating on another white dress, but I think this is totally wrong for a different reason. Lea Michele just always looks so cheesy and for me, this is no exception. She totally could have bought this dress at some prom store on Long Island. Perhaps right next door to wherever she got that atrocious spray tan.

I don't even really know what to say about this. Someone needs to tell J.Lo that she's like 40 years old and she should probably stop trying to "shock" everyone with her boobs or whatever and invest in something just a touch more classy.

And finally: I really wanted to like this, because it's an unexpected pop of color and that's cool.  But wow, this is doing NOTHING good for her body. She looks pregnant. Is she pregnant? And why is it all wrinkled in the back? Don't you have like, assistants to take care of that shit for you? This looks like it seriously could have some from the sale rack at Forever 21, and that's never a good thing.

And now that I've gotten all my Monday aggression out by bashing random celebrities, it's back to the grind for me. Disagree with me? Love a look that I forgot? Let me know in the comments section!

Breaking out of my Friday malaise to make an important PSA about denim:

Greetings, earthlings.

Today, I am feeling uninspired. And lazy. And a little bit in my own head. Sometimes I just like it in there and I don't want to come out and like, interact with the real world. I think this is maybe why I enjoy sleeping so much. Isn't dreaming just so much more fun than anything happening in reality could ever be? It's like watching a very surreal, jumbled movie featuring random people from your life and starring you.

BUT the show must go on. No more succumbing to stupid writer's blog. Today, dear readers, I would like to discuss something essential to leading a happy, healthy, productive life. That, of course, is having a pair (hopefully multiple pairs) of jeans that not only fit, but make you look damn hot. Jeans, and all their various printed, coated and colored incarnations are a staple in any wardrobe, but yet many people are daunted by the task of picking out a good pair. This should not be. We're not talking bathing suit shopping here, people!

Below are some hard-earned rules for denim selection and maintenance.


1. Find a brand you like, and stick to it. I used to have a horrible time picking out denim - like many women, I might even claim to have a "weird body for jeans" - having slim hips, no ass, skinny legs, but a wider waist (sounds hot, right?) makes it hard to find jeans that aren't either too baggy or cutting off my circulation. But then, one day, I found J Brand. And my life changed (cue holy-sounding music). I won't lie, J Brand jeans are fucking expensive, but because I know my size and how they fit like the back of my hand, I can scour the internet for sick dealz on them and not have to worry about getting stuck with a pair of final sale pants that look like shit. This applies to whatever brand you like, but it's worth taking some time to go to a store that carries multiple brands, cuts, etc. and figuring out exactly what works best, sometimes down to the style #. Places like Bloomingdales, Neimans or "Denim Bar" boutiques (which exist in basically every major city) are good for this. That said, don't be closed minded. My newest favorite pair of jeans are by Marc Jacobs, and I didn't even know he made jeans until I stumbled upon them at Century 21. "Make new friends, but keep the old" feels like it applies here.

My one true denim love.

2. Figure out what cut works for you and don't give a fuck whether or not it goes in/out of style. The popularization of skinny jeans was the best thing ever to happen in my life. Okay, maybe that's a SLIGHT exaggeration, but it is a silhouette that works super well with my body. For some women, that's bootcut, wide-leg, boyfriend (which I DESPERATELY want to be able to pull off), straight leg, etc. Flares are kinda gross in my humble opinion, but if that's your thing, you do you. Basically I think the idea of "denim trends" in bullshit and I plan to rock my skinny jeans for the next bazillion years, regardless of what any fashion mag has to say about it.

Boyfriend jeans, why do you look so stupid on me?

3. Win the battle against butt-sag, tummy-chafing and other awful sounding denim problems by purchasing jeans with a solid amount of stretch. A lot of my jeans are like, 98% stretch, but that's because I'm obsessive about having a tight fit. Even if you don't want super tight jeans, having stretch helps them move with your body and keep their shape throughout the day. When you're trying jeans on in the dressing room, they can look great and then after being worn for a few hours, not so much. For this reason, it's worth taking a glance at the tag to see what they're made of before you buy them. Never buy any jeans that are 100% cotton, as they will be sagging off your bod in a matter of hours. Whoever wrote this blog post seems to know what's up on the subject.

4. Fucking wash them. I am notorious for being a bit obsessive when it comes to washing my jeans after every wear. Since moving to New York where I have to visit a coin-operated laundromat full of angry women and screaming babies every time I wanna do a load of laundry, I have relaxed about this. Also some jeans have enough Lycra or whatever in them that they really don't need it and can be worn multiple times without stretching out all that much. But seriously, if you can, it's worth it to wash your jeans after you wear them as much as possible! They just fit so much better. How do people not notice this? Am I taking crazy pills here? If you're worried about this wearing them out, either get over it or just dry them on low. But make sure they are dried all the way before you take them out otherwise they won't get their shape back and THIS DEFEATS THE WHOLE PURPOSE. Phew.

5. Repair the ones you love! I still have my favorite pair of jeans from high school. They no longer fit because HAHA I'm not seventeen anymore and if you still wear the same size you did in high school then I never ever want to speak to you again, but they are amazing and I loved them. They also have a giant hole in the butt. If, by some stroke of god, I could fit into them again, I would take them here to get repaired. A lot of people don't know that this shit exists, and for those people, I am sorry. They fix holes and problem spots of all sizes and shapes, so that once you do find your perfect pair and decide to drop some coin on them, they can be rejuvenated after you get drunk and fall on your ass and rip them open. Not speaking from experience here or anything...

6. Or make them into new articles of clothing. Earlier in high school, when I was a big bigger, I got my first ever pair of designer jeans and I was the most excited person on earth. They were lightwash Sevens with huge flares (I didn't say they were cool, I just said they were designer) and a couple years ago when I encountered them in my attic, I found that they did, in fact, still fit (yeah, yeah I just contradicted myself, whatever). Of course, they were fugly as shit. UNLESS, of course, they were cut into shorts! So now I have some cute little Seven denim shorts for the summer that also happen to have many, many weird memories of being fourteen attached to them. Moral of the story: always think about ways to repurpose.

This chick is rocking denim on denim WHICH I HATE, but I'll forgive her because she's hot and those cutoffs are amazeballs.

7. If you can't or don't want to repurpose (due to aforementioned memories of being fourteen, perhaps?) and they're in decent shape, SELL THEM. I've made great money selling old designer jeans and other clothes to my favorite consignment shop in DC, Secondi.  Also, go shop at these places! One girl's trash is another chick's treasure.

Colorsssssssss!

Thinking About High Fashion

I've been following some of the Pre-Fall '13 shows, and in doing that I've been thinking about the concept of runway and high fashion. It's truly art and it's where everything trickles down from, but it seems so inaccessible. Not necessarily because of the exclusivity of it all, but more just because it's hard to picture wearing the clothes in real life. High fashion is art, yes, but at the end of the day they're still clothes and clothes are meant to be worn. So, pretend for a second that money is no object and you can pluck whatever you want from the runways. How would you style them? It can be hard to picture because obviously even if you could afford to dress in head-to-toe one designer, you wouldn't. It's kind of tacky and takes all the fun of self expression out of the equation. But, of course, on the runway the looks are styled to present a single designer's cohesive vision. I'm sure celebrities and stylists have gotten good at this exercise - looking at something on the runway and envisioning how it would look on themselves/their client. But for me it's really hard.

I guess the other piece of it is that when analyzing runway looks, I always feel a little timid. After all, most of these designers are masters of their craft. And who am I? Some girl wearing a blouse from the sale rack someplace? And I'm gonna give my opinion? Hmm. But the same way anyone can critique a piece of art without owning a whole bunch of works from the artist, anyone should be able to look at a runway and have a basic reaction to it. Even someone who doesn't know a whole lot about fashion. Because again, like I said, they're clothes. We all wear them. You don't have to be some Chanel-bedecked style icon to weigh in on what speaks to you and what doesn't.

Is it sacrilege to say I wanna rock the fuck out of this Celine jacket with a pair of dark skinnies? I don't love what the current silhouette is doing for that model's midsection.

Remember when I said wearing one designer head to toe was a no-no? I'm considering revoking that statement. I think this look is perfection from head to toe, and I wanna be on it. Or in it, rather. From Balenciaga Pre-Fall '13.

But then there's this look also from Balenciaga, which I think is a horrible example of the pattern-on-pattern thing. Both of these silhouettes are so boxy, but I think they would each look great paired with something slimmer.

Versace explosion. This is the best example of the "pick one piece" rule I could find.

I think that final Balenciaga image is perfectly evocative of the dichotomy between the artistry of the runway and the reality of everyday life. That outfit does evoke a particular feeling and vision, without a doubt. But at the end of the day, it really just doesn't WORK in terms of what it's doing to her body.  I would love the jacket with a slimmer pant and as much as I kind of detest what the length and width of those pants are doing to her legs, it could maybe work with a simple tank and strappy heel.

Looking at runway clothes is an exercise in translation. It's translating one language to another - visionary to wearable, fantasy to reality. I imagine that, much like learning a foreign language, it gets easier and more natural with practice.

"Girls" is coming back and I'm stupid excited

The polarizing show "Girls" is coming back on January 13, and I've gotta say, I'm pumped. I mean, come on, as a recent college grad "almost kind of getting it together" in Brooklyn, this show is basically about me. And why would I not want to watch a fictionalized version of my exact demographic deal with problems that I too, am experiencing on a daily basis? The answer is that I would. I do.

I knew the show had been heavily criticized for a variety of (mostly bullshit, in my humble opinion) reasons including supposed racism, nepotism, etc etc. But until I saw this article on The Cut, I was not aware that allegations were also being thrown in the direction of the wardrobe department. Personally, I think that's absurd, as Girls is one of the only shows on air right now that actually sticks to its characters personalities, lifestyles and most importantly BUDGETS when dressing them. Nothing drives me more nuts than to see a character that is supposed to be a kindergarten teacher prance around in a never ending series of silk Marc Jacobs blouses. Come. On. I guess in their defense not everyone notices this kind of thing, but if you're like me and you start to, it becomes sooooooooo distracting from the point of the show. Sure, if it's Sex and the City, the clothes kinda are the point of the show, so who cares? But if it's How I Met Your Mother, I shouldn't be able to identify the fact that the characters are wearing clothes that are lightyears outside their budget ranges. But maybe I'm just crazy.

ANYWAY. Girls. As a twenty-something girl living in Brooklyn, I say this show could not be more spot on. Okay, so, I've never eaten cupcakes while naked in the bathtub with my roommate (to be fair, my roommates are dudes, so this would be exceedingly weird) but I do fancy myself the voice of "a" generation, so hey. Lena and I have something pretty major in common, you guys.

But to tie this back to fashion so that I'll stop rambling - remember that episode where Jessa (who's obviously my style soul sister on the show, big surprise) wears a kimono??! DO YOU? Well, ever since then I've really really wanted a kimono-esque garment. I guess I'm kind of procrastinating on buying one until the spring because I can't really visualize it underneath a heavy coat.

Ermagerd. Girl crush.

This is totally on sale right now at Nasty Gal, so I should probably just stop dicking around and get it, right? Right guys?

I Google Image searched "Chiffon Kimono" and this came up. Sadly it was sold from Etsy in like 2011. Stupid Google.

The final thing I have to say on this topic is that when Girls first came out I was like really, really scared that someone had totally just written the show I've spent my whole life wanting to write and then I watched it and I was like PHEW. They didn't. THEY DIDN'T. Because they forgot to make the male characters actual people, which totally serves their purpose (Hello? The show is called "Girls", not "Humans") but I'm just, like, relieved that there's still room for MY show about angsty over-privileged young people. Thank God. And stay tuned!