I’ve had an epiphany and here it is: I don’t want to know about anyone’s personal style!
After reading about Andrea Linett, a nice woman who looks like Sarah Jessica Parker, at stylelikeu.com, I find the whole Look-at-My-Wardrobe craze to be WAY too much information. It’s all so embarrassing.
People seem to be hopelessly enamored of their own specialness. I hate the word “enamored” but I’m using it to get in the mood. I think the awful prose of the stylikeu wordsmith is rubbing off on me!
Try this: “Among the voluminous amount of people that inspire Andrea is …”
Are you happy with the usage of “voluminous?” Me neither! It just gets worse until you want to stab yourself or puncture your eardrums.
Here’s what Andrea says of her boots:
She reveals that her style muse has always been Bob Dylan, and she checks her style choices by asking herself, “Would Bob wear this?” I guess Bob approved the go-go boots, and I wouldn’t want to second guess him. Then there’s some crap about Kurt Cobain’s Iconic Sweater and the gushing appreciation of Ms. Linett ends with…
Oh god. It’s not all Andrea’s fault but she has to take some of the blame.
**As an antidote to this terrible journalism, let me introduce someone who can really write: Leigh Alexander, who was brought to my attention by Lauren, a blogger with some fascinatingly diverse interests.