I hate to post my own crap when I haven’t read anyone else’s blog in, like, a week, but I have to tell you this ridiculous story:
My friend Kim was in town from Boston this weekend and took me to the Fashion District on the west side of Midtown to meet another friend on Saturday afternoon. I was wearing a red and black plaid wool cape that might be a little bright for some people’s tastes, but as we walked down 37th Street, we saw store after store selling the gaudiest, most rhinestoned, way-more-over-the-top-than-my-cape-type dresses you’ve ever seen. They were only fit for something like a Miss America pageant–definitely not opening night of the Met nor singing a bluesy number on top of a piano at a lounge–so we were discussing how not one but a whole block of them could possibly stay in business. Out of nowhere, and certainly not prompted by anything we said or did, a man spoke to us. He was probably 40 and sat in his car along the curb, smoking a cigarette. Not missing his front teeth or anything but trashy enough that I could imagine him alone at a stripclub in Jersey on a weeknight. I didn’t understand what he’d said at first and didn’t have time to properly react, but two steps later, I realized that he’d called from his car, “Plaid is totally out this season! Don’t you read Vogue?“
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Hahahaha!!! Only in the garment district in NYC. First off, I’m glad someone else noticed those god-awful stores! Seriously! Can there be that many Latina girls needing bridesmaid dresses?
Also, I go by the Burberry reasoning that plaid is never out of style. Walk proudly down the street and own it!
I was going to try to keep it hip around here and mention something about that Jonas brother’s new Latina wife, but then I looked her up and found out she’s Italian. DAMN!
Oh, if only this was Burberry plaid and not serial-killer-living-in-the-woods plaid.
Only in NYC, man.
Besides, anything Katie Ett wears is in style by default.
Maybe you are unaware that I don’t own a single pair of skinny jeans.
Ha! So many things with the title to this alone. First of all, I immediately decided you would be writing about me, almost had to go all WASP Rx-rage on being termed Boston Irish, then realized you obviously meant some Boston Kim you actually hang out with in person. THEN when you announced her Jewishness I panicked intensely that I know this girl, and she should not be allowed to exist. Then I remembered this is Katie Ett’s blog, and she’d never know the Jewish Boston Kim of EPIC FAIL that I unfortunately encountered in life, so I calmed down again.
Anyway, wear plaid all you want. I don’t believe in fashion anymore, it’s all sweatpants and paisley and wtf ever, fashion.
I mean, this Kim is a major player in the Jump scene, so there’s a possibility that you know her. Although Boston is a relatively recent thing, and I mostly associate her with South Carolina. But ANYWAY, tell the epic fail story!
Also, I put your blog in the links box on the new Unapologetically Mundane Facebook page, so, like, update it already.
Oh please do keep that darling little blog in your links box, but I believe for now it will remain dormant.
Up side: I’m so narcissistic I started another one, that’s way less anonymous so I can post PICTURES OF MYSELF.
My name links to it now. FEEL FREE TO PIMP.
;)
OMG, what the hell ever. When is woodsy serial killer plaid NOT in, amirite?
Seriously! My dad wears it to the farm under his overalls every day.
OH MY GOD, am I EPIC FAIL kim? Shit, I hope not. Of course, I’m too cool to be part of any fail, epic or not.
You fail at being able to pack in Shake Shack twice in one day, I’ll tell you that.
A-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, if this is true than you are EPIC FAIL KATIE!
Your Kim is Jewish? MY Kim is Jewish, too!
All Kims are Jewish. Especially Lil’ ones.
I suddenly feel left out because I don’t know a Jewish Kim…
I know those stores well – I always wonder what they are doing in the Fashion District. The items they carry are decidedly UN – fashionable!
Someday you’re going to need a neon pink, mid-thigh-length halter dress with a rhinestone heart on the neckline, and those stores will be your savior. And you can invite me along to shop with you.
True NY’ers would never go to Jersey Strip clubs!
That’s just disgusting. Stop spreading nasty rumors.
We have plenty of NYC talent…we don’t need to cross the river!
You know all of the NYC talent commutes in from Jersey, right? Midwestern girls come here for publishing jobs, not blowjobs.