retardanista: DELETEDCOMMENTGATE!

ok, because i'm a total masochist and love reading poorly written regurgitations of press releases by girls who went to lesser ivy's/wellesley and then moved to the city to follow their dreams of working in GLAMOUR! and FASHION! that think they are somehow way cooler than the rest of the girls who wear hideous alice+olivia sack dresses and knock-off gladiators from david z. (when it's so obvious that they are EXACTLY THE SAME) because they've somehow convinced the fashion blogger echochamber that they have clout (?!), i hate-read the "website" fashionista.com.

god, i love when they report on 6 year old trends (moccasins! boat shoes! bakery twine headbands!) breathlessly as if they're letting you in on a HOT NEW LOOK (maybe circa lit 2002) that only their keen eyes have started to notice. AND their constant reports of forever21 knocking off marc jacobs. NEWSFLASH: CHINKS STEAL OTHER PEOPLE IN THE FIRST WORLD'S IDEAS! oh, also, i like when they pretend to think that when people use the word fashionista and employ the ridiculously overused (by latino kids in the 90s, then by emo t-shirt designers in the early 00s) gothic lettering, those people STOLE IT FROM THEM.

don't even get me started on the posted transcripts of their empty-headed rambling set at an artlessly dropped "hot spot":

Faran (over grilled corn at cafe habana): isn't that irina?
Natalie (on her blackberry at santos party house): no, that's, like, just some girl with bangs
Faran (drinking a pink cosmo at smith nights): OMG, I TOTALLY THOUGHT IT WAS HER! [i would go out tonight, but i don't think i have anything much to wear! that is soooo true!]
Natalie (making out with some old pervert with new money in a booth at the waverly): OMG, ME TOO!

[End Scene]

anyways, every once in a while i'll comment when something angers me enough to stir me to action. like this, wherein they comment, among other retardedly pithy observations, as follows:

What we saw last night [at the Whitney Art Party celebrating young, rich retards who still obsess over precious, precocious ink drawings and things littered with dash snow's splooge], in between looking at the art, dancing under the disco ball and stalking Moby:

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- Barbara Bush dancing with Derek Blasberg, who we thought was Jack McCullough of Proenza, but wasn't.

so i commented back and it was published as so:


WHEN IN FACT, they totally cut off my thought! what i actually submitted was this:


apparently they're afraid of the TREMENDOUS POWER derek blasberg yields in the fashion world. like the power to wear a bow-tie and look waterlogged in every wireimage picture i see? who knows. god, i should just stop reading it because it angers up my blood SOOOOO much. or maybe i will just start actively making fun of every retarded entry that sparks my fancy. WHO KNOWS WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS.