There I was, just
Dayyyyyyyyyyyyum! That sh*t is tragic. Yet, yet...I can't look away! It's kind of mesmerizing in its own freakish manner (um, kind of like this blog, no?). As I stared at this apparent aberration, I began to feel a little dizzy. I mean, I didn't know what to look at! I could look at the scribbles on the right shoulder. Or I could stare at the, uh, the skyline? Is that a skyline emerging from the olive green and black checkerboard pattern above her right ass cheek?! But zoinks! I can't forget about the other side of the jacket! Those pink and black diamonds are just...just...phenomenal! And what's that?! That sleeve! Is that a target? Like, is that an invitation of sorts???
The more I think about it, the less I'm horrified by it and the more, dare I say, intrigued I am. I'm not sure when the switch from strong disgust to mild admiration occurred, but it definitely took a few moments. Here, let's test my theory. Let's see if I, myself, am simply just bat-sh*t crazy or if I'm onto something here. We'll let the memory of this garment marinate in our minds for a few moments and then we'll look again. Don't worry, I'll wait.
See, as objectively gnarly as that blazer is, it takes serious guts to attempt to wear something like that. And I, the girl who according to her coworkers was "dressed like Luke Skywalker"* the other day, have to respect this woman for at least trying (as well as entertaining me throughout an otherwise very dull Congressional hearing).
*Which, of course, I took as a compliment, especially since they were, um, right...