The fact that this woman receives endless praise for her fashion sense is well beyond me. Do the big white sunglasses keep her from seeing her own reflection? Is that it?
Of course, I would never wear my grandma's toilet paper holder doiley on my head and prance around giddily like Marie Antoinette, so what the hell do I know?
Chloe wears incredibly hideous crap and is fawned over like she's the reincarnation of Princess Diana.
No wonder my sense of style is so warped. The media is shoving this in my face and calling it beautiful. I'll just stick to my dorky jeans, little black peacoat, and ballet flats, thanksverymuch.
I. Don't. Get. It.