Blog-Slap

So apparently there are some people reading my blog that I don't talk to on a regular basis or are RPers... 2 of them to be exact. One being my aforementioned ex-boyfriend, the other, a close friend of his. I am suddenly very glad I don't allow anonymous comments.

Remember how I mentioned that I told my ex that I still wanted to be friends? Well, in the final, dwindling days of February I contacted him to wish him a happy birthday and invite him out for a birthday drink on me. To that end, (I totally forgot about the birthday drink when we got there... ooops) I got together with him last night. We were having a fine time, if slightly scrambling for things to talk about. I believe it was when he hit his 3rd or 4th beer that he brought to light why he came to meet up with me. He had a bit of an agenda.

Now, there are opposing opinions as to whether I've actually done something wrong in this situation. He was quite upset with me over some of the details contained in the "File Under" post. He was very hurt and said that he would never post such personal stuff about me online. I didn't think it was that bad, neither did my friend. My mother, however, thinks I've definately tresspassed against him and that I should redact the details in the first couple of paragraphs. That people have forgotten how to be nice with the supposition of anonymity as their shield. But I know, quite well already, that there is no anonymity on the net.

Did I feel bad? Yes, and I still do. I wanted to crawl under my bar stool or creep on my belly out of the bar and into the chill, wet night to find some rock appropriate to my amphibious status. I didn't intend for him to read that. It honestly never even crossed my mind that he would. Which was both stupid and ignorant of me. I know him, I know how he rolls on the interwebs, I should have known better than to think he wouldn't find it.

Now, I'm posing a few questions to my readers - One, do you think I did something wrong? Or is it, as I said later that night when I'd had too much wine and I got a little angry, a situation where if you go looking for it you kind of deserve whatever you find? Two, am I furthering the offense by posting this? And lastly, should I delete the offending details out of kindness and consideration of his feelings?

I'm honestly left wondering. Is it a terrible fault in the blog-o-verse that we post things that contain details about other people? Should we only post about things that have only to do with ourselves? Is that how other people do and I just didn't know it? Did Rachel Kramer Bussel set a bad example for me and I blindly followed it when she posted exhaustively about her feelings about her last relationship? (okay, that's just really an opportunity for some link love and vain attempt at passing the buck, probably) But truly, is this a huge flaw? Did I have the right?

I don't know what I think now. I felt so sure last night but now... dammit Mom, makin' think about my actions and stuff.

Hollalujah!

One of my absolute favorite workday distractions is a little blog called Go Fug Yourself. I only just started reading it this (well, budget) year, so this is new to me but I guess they've done it before. Anyhoo, those crazy ass bitches is coverin' the Fall NY Fashion week for New York Magazine's Fashion Blog.

In the oft-mourned absence of Ab Fab, I find these girls refreshingly hilarious, unfailingly evil, and truly creative in their critique. So when I stumbled across their work during some pre-dawn perusals, I just felt I HAD to share it with you.

I read one of their posts this morning, The Collection for Prostitutes We've All Been Waiting For and laughed my damned ass off watching the Rock & Republic Slideshow. Seriously. Here are some examples of some severe tresspasses against good taste:



Can you not see Cate Blanchett donning this tragedy on some red carpet somewhere?


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And look at this poor bastard - he knows



It's written all over his face, "Yes, yes I am wearing a metallic sweater and a yuppie knotted scarf. It's not my fault. I was dead at the time."

This poor guy also had the misfortune of being selected to walk for the Lacoste show. And holy crap, WTF is going on over at Lacoste? First of all, the guys are in these Jungle/Hiking boot nightmares - tucked in to their pants. And half of the women's collection appears to be stolen from the Spiegel Together® catalog. But where are Rachel Hunter and Elaine Irwin and that weird-looking girl from the Victoria's Secret catalog (from like, 5 years ago) with the really short neck? Laughing and pointing. And wondering if Demi Moore knows they raided her closet circa 1985.

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Fergie and Sienna Miller had a baby and they named it Rosemary.



Model: So they're lace. And they're pants?

Michael Ball: Yeah! See, Sienna rocked this last week but she did it with a fuzzy sweater and panties, you have a tiny leather bomber jacket so it's FIERCE.

Model: Shut the fuck up.

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Is it me, or does it look like an unseen Wookie is hugging this guy?



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Hehehehehe... and lastly,



Somebody get this guy a fluffy white cat and a big chair, STAT!

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Well, that was fun. I certainly enjoyed being a Fugger for a morning. Wait and see if any other heinous shows tickle my funny bone - Fashion Week ain't over yet!