Showing posts with label WHY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WHY. Show all posts

Thursday, January 14, 2010

WHY?!?!?!

Just...why?


This is a 10-year-old girl. She is Miley Cyrus' little sister, Noah. Apparently, she is a hooker. Billy Ray Cyrus officially fails at being a responsible parent. And that shade of lipstick should not be on anyone.


These are sequin shorts. Apparently they are a must-have for 2010. Society will look back on our generation and laugh. *buries face in hands*

That's it. I officially despair for our youth and fashion world.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

My secret indulgence...

is fashion. Though you wouldn't guess from the way I dress (jeans, sweatshirt, t-shirt, running shoes, etc.). My guilty pleasures are watching What Not to Wear on TLC and looking at the photo spreads on Yahoo!'s OMG! (so! many! exclamation marks!!!!!!)
That said, I just like looking, I'm not really planning on incorporating any of the fashion do's and don'ts into my everyday wardrobe. I simply like passing judgement. Oh, and What Not to Wear has governed some of my work clothes choices.
The reason I bring this up is that I feel the need to put my $0.02 out into the internet. There are a few fashions that I cannot stand seeing on otherwise pretty women.
1. Booties
They cut off your leg. They make your feet look like hooves. You are not a horse. You are a proud member of homo sapiens, thank you very much.


Ms. Sharapova is very pretty in her dress until her feet transform into hooves.

2. Jumpsuits
It's very easy. Instant coordination, no? JUST PUT THE EFFORT INTO FINDING PANTS AND A SHIRT. It creates weird lines.

Amber Rose, please leave something to the imagination.

Now, admittedly, there can be classy jumpsuits, like Jessica Simpson's.


But, still.

Aaah why did I post it again?!?

3. Crocs
I don't mind crocs. If you find them comfortable, by all means, wear them around the house or in the garden. If you're on your feet at work and are behind a counter, then go for it.
And if you must wear them out in town, please, just get them in non-neon colors. I really want to see your face, not have my eyes dragged to the neon monstrosities on your feet.


None of these colors are allowed. MY EYES! THEY BURN!

That is all. For now.

Friday, December 12, 2008

So close, I can taste it...

Tomorrow, I finish my final exam of the term and can officially put on my engineering jacket. For those who don't know, the leather jacket of Queen's engineers (aka the Golden Party Armor/GPA) is a symbol of our pride in our faculty and a bit of a scrapbook for our time at Queen's. Now commonly dyed gentian purple, its yellow leather has been a symbol of Queen's engineers for years. We slam it with pride.
But, my ultimate exam is Computers. And I'm taking it without the aid of a computer. WHY?!?!?!
Because apparently the problems come up with different answers, depending on who is at the keyboard.
So now I memorize useless algorithms for spreadsheets and this little piece of hell called Maple (which, depending on its mood, either grudgingly does your formula or gets stuck in an infinite loop, freezing your computer).
But tomorrow, I will be done and good riddance.

Hell in a box.
In the meantime, I found this wonderful clip of Bert and Ernie gangsta rapping.