Monthly Archives: December 2010
Poor Messica. She’s spent the last week or so doing her Year In Review posts, the better to highlight how far and quickly she’s fallen. Today she posted October, and added this poignant paragraph to her jeans and sweatshirts montage:
October was another month full of memories for me. We took our honeymoon in Iceland, came home and moved to Indiana four days later. And I couldn’t be happier about it. It seems strange, but living in a smaller town has been really inspiring for me. I feel at home in my own skin. Does that make sense?
You can practically see her at her keyboard, deranged smile choking back the tears, saying “I’m happy, I’m HAPPY! I’m BETTER THAN THE HATERS STILL IN NY! SO HAPPY!” while she hammers out this sad attempt at self-validation. Considering this is the highlight of her week nowdays:
I’m not really buying the whole “so much happier! so much!” spiel. We are talking about someone who intended to pursue fashion, or at least fashion blogging here. Someone who was heavily invested in the tumblr/New York fashion scene whoring. (Pictures abound of her hanging out with David Karp and Uberchio Rachel, and of the Guest of a Guest events that all the social spelunkers attend.) She even tried to start up her own design and sewing service once. I understand people can grow and love can totally change you or whatever, but I guess I don’t get how a vegan fashionista can 180 into a burger chomping haus frau in 17 months.
I’m starting to feel sorry for her.
Sarah Lacy, caring and open minded “writer“, is in Memphis or somewhere for her 237th birthday. To celebrate, she is eating decent southern food instead of all that icky yucky California food:
dinner time. you know why people in the south are fatter than people in california? BECAUSE THE FOOD IS SO GOOD!8:20 PM Dec 28th via web
Uh…ok. I’m sure she meant this as a compliment to Southern cooking in her own socially inept way? I hope? Then again, her charming husband has also called Southerners fat in the past, so it’s most likely that they are just flexing their superiority over the dumb hicks.
Anyway, I could go into a bunch socio-economic mumbo jumbo about the link between lower income and obesity but I’ll leave it to someone who probably knows more about it. I’ll just say I highly doubt the ONLY reason Sarah Lacy must endure the sight of so much disgusting blubber is the delicious cuisine. Sarah Lacy’s track record of tact and sensitivity: unbroken!
YOU GUYZ. 2010 is almost over (thank you!!!) and Messica is so excited!!! It’s so quiet in Broomcloset!!!
I love new beginnings. New years, new towns, new seasons and the new school year. We’re all at even, people. Let’s have the best year ever.
The holiday fetus I was warned about has yet to materialize, but suddenly Messica is back to running:
And obviously she watched the same “Freaks and Geeks” marathon I did Sunday:
As I was scanning my closet this morning, I saw the hem of this dress sneaking out and remembered how comfy it was the last time I wore it. I didn’t want to repeat the exact same outfit, so I went with a different pair of boots and this army style jacket instead of a black leather moto style. Doesn’t it look sort of Freaks and Geeks? The jacket I mean? I can totally see an extra wearing it, maybe a few sizes too big.
Or as Adam told me this morning “you look very ’90s.”
No dumbass. It looks like a prarie mom dress with an Old Navy jacket over it. Way to try! Oh wait, you aren’t:
WOW! Good job! You rolled out of bed and threw on your Chico’s dress and posed for 10 minutes. You deserve a neck massage and a latte, especially after the 12 minutes you took to post your September recap post:
It’s pretty easy for me to say that September was the best month of my year! I got married! Adam and I decided to move back to Indiana! I borrowed an OdlR dress, clutch and heels for a Cinderella night! It was just so joyful and happy to look back through.
Wait…she got married? Why have we not heard more about this? I hope she includes some wedding stuff in her book, which will be coming out in one of the months of 2011.
Anyway, how about spending less time sucking OscarPRGirl’s tit and mooning about how AWESOME your wedding was, and maybe get back to thrifting and sewing? Because this isn’t about personal style anymore. This is about you thinking you deserve applause for even the most minimal effort in putting on clothes and posting the pics, no matter how lame and underwhelming the result. Try harder already.
Merry after Christmas, everyone! I know you’ve all been waiting breathlessly to learn what some of the internet’s finest did over this Holiday Of The Lord Santa. Here’s a quick a wrap up.
Meghan McCain, privileged idiot, got something super special from the creepy grey haired man in her life. No, not her father – Santa, of course!
Sarah Lacy, world’s whiniest writer, can’t even mention her Christmas without sounding bitchy:
No kids! Too bad all you people with kids in your x-mas had to suffer, suckers! OMG Bears spent her holiday weekend completing her transformation into an official cat lady:
Winter comfort above all
Sklarge spent her magical day “Chillin’ wit Jews“, while the 50/30* party known as “Obliterati” held some winter party (apparently in someone’s mom’s rec room) for all those people nobody outside of NY media has heard of. Our darling Messica apparently did nothing, so business as usual there.
What did you folks do? I hope everyone got what they wanted. I wanted a cute guy with a 6 pack of 2 buck Chuck, but I guess Santa hates me after I punched him at the Awl party.
*50/30 party is my adaptation of the 60/40 bar, which I first heard about on the Gilmore Girls. Basically it’s a party for 50 somethings to hit on 30 somethings.
Well it seems she is now a fashion expert. Exhausted by her demanding job, Messica has had the death flu of death that many of us are battling this week. Because she loves her readers she made sure she continued her most awesome content by having Scary post a million word post about “American style”:
American style is self-made. It’s borrowed. From your boyfriend, your ancestors, your favorite movie star. It’s a wool peacoat from the Army-Navy and the slinkiest stiletto heel. American style is rooted in history: for every Norwegian sweater turned out by L.L. Bean there is another tale about how it got here and was adopted and adapted by generations before ours. Slip on a silk evening gown and wear it with nothing but salty hair and a tan. This is a look that evolved from sport: tennis whites, rugby stripes. It’s seasonal: tartan in winter and linen in spring; but it’s also season-less: Levi’s 501s witha great white button-down in rain, snow, or shine.
A true connoisseur of American style is conscious of where her clothes originated. I think this is a new phenomenon that has developed from the menswear movement to modernize heritage brands.
Blah blah seriously her post is WAY TOO LONG and repetititive, but of course Messica’s fans slobber all over it. As you know, if you say you are something on the internet, that makes it true. Scary claims to know everything about boat shoes and khaki and wearing men’s clothes; obviously she is the expert on “American style”! I know when I think “American style” I think of those blanket coats you buy at New Mexico truck stops, mixed up with hipster glasses and duck hunting boots. She’s really a maven!
What are you an expert on? Because if you say it on the internet it makes it happen! It’s like The Secret, only more effective for getting you a contributor job at the Daily Beast.
Messica Quirk, fiery fashion wreck, has evidently given up being subtle about kids. She is now dressing like a penis and a vagina in an attempt to show Quirk how babymaking happens.
Well, I’m just going to start with my favorite part of this outfit – the velvet turban style hat that I picked up from a thrift store yesterday for $10. I know it’s a lot and I know the look is not for everyone. I can’t tell whether I’d say more Shriner’s or 40’s Lounge Cigarette Girl. I just knew when I saw it, I had to have it.
I’m just going to start with your annoying “Yes please!” shit. It’s not cute. You sound like you’re trying to be a sorority girl. Knock it off? Yes, please.
Whatever. You don’t look like a 40’s girl, you look like Ethel and Miriam Go Play Bingo. Seriously pretty sure my grandmother wore turbans when it got a couple of days past her hair appointment. And what the what with that salmon vagina shirt, lady? You look like Hernando Valzeva Gonzalez Puchesca Calzones, salsa instructor at the Broomcloset Country Club.
I hope that book is a best seller and women start dressing like you. Next to them I will look like Kate Moss.
Jessica Quirk, married, got married at her wedding, and is now married. She doesn’t mention it much, but sometimes when she is contemplating the truck stop diner plate of fail her life has become, she leafs through the pictures of her wedding – the culmination of her every happiness:
Looking back at wedding photos tonight. I love this shot.
Yes, fashion blogger and chic New York visitor Messica’s happiest moments these days involve sitting around in Broomcloset in a free house, looking at pics of her personal prom queen moment.