Mickey Mouse Goes Goth

What fresh hell is this when the Happiest Place on Earth plays host to the saddest people on Earth? When it seems as if the Haunted Mansion has exploded and the 999 happy ghosts have gained corporeal form? When Thunder Mountain is invaded by gloomies swathed in capes and robes and knee-high patent-leather skull-buckle boots?

It’s like Halloween in August. It’s like night, but in the day.

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Fugly Pleasures

One of my many guilty pleasures is Go Fug Yourself, a blog dedicated to celebrities and their outlandish/frumpy/wtf-are-they-wearing/are-you-kidding-me getups. Now I admit, I’m not exactly a fashion icon myself (don’t have to be when you spend your life in front of a computer) so I’ve got no room to talk. And anyway, I’ve always admired people who march to their own fashion drummers. I hate cookie-cutter style (I'm looking at you, Rachel Zoe). But the writers over there are crazy talented and some of the commentary is pretty hilarious, even though I don’t always agree with their critiques.

Take Sienna Miller. They’ve really got it in for that girl and I kind of like her funkiness. Even more of a head-scratcher is their Eva Green aversion. I adore her goth/punk/dark glam look and I was flat out stunned to see her get fugged. Her style is just so cool and mysterious and interesting.

But, hey, different strokes and all that.