So does the babygoth get yuppiefied in the end or not?
She looked sort of like a teen starlet on Nickoldeon after the makeover. Fortunately, the gay stylist had enough funky bohemian options so she didn't wind up looking like a stepford teen. The ensembles chosen by the evil cow mother of her best friend were lobotomy land. "I think you need a sporty look." Yeah, imagine Jilli in a track suit for the wrongness of that. The host of the show - Finola Hughes - was also a cow.
The girl wasn't just a punky gothlet, but an aspiring designer so she got to design a dress for Finola with the help of the gay stylist. The dress looked very cool actually - better than anything anybody else chose for her. So, in the end, I was less worried about her since she obviously had a very strong style sense and was not going to be cowed into wearing any old thing, and would probably continue to make her own stuff, even if it was less inspired by The Clash or Bauhaus.
"So, really, the fact that you all are constantly picking on her ruins these gatherings. Stop doing that, and the problem is solved. Ass."
There aren't enough problems in the world? Cripes. I haven't seen this, but even were I anti-goth (which I'm not), if a child of mine were otherwise healthy and well-balanced I would get down on my knees in thanksgiving no matter how they dressed.
My mother's big mantra was don't sweat the small stuff. I think it's wise. We all have our cut-offs, I suppose. But I can't imagine sweating colors, collars, and stripey tights. For heaven's sake. What's the problem?
find-the-kitty~ma, please. Shadow apparently went out an open back window in our new place last night and we can't find him. He's not a stupid cat and knows that big metal things on wheels are bad, but . . . please god let him only be exploring the fascinating new big field next door and he'll want to come home to Daddy and food and his very own potty and Koogie to beat up and Mommy who doesn't want to watch Hubby fall apart again.
Connie, soon after my sister moved, her cat got out and disappeared for several days. I'm sure he's out exploring. Just make sure there's a window open and some food around. Gracie was gone for almost a week, actually - my sis was convinced she was gone, until one night she rolled over in bed and got scratched for her trouble.
Come home soon 'ma.
Kitty! Stop scaring your Mommy! And your Daddy!
Find-the-kitty~ma, Connie.
kitty-come-home ~ma. Now, must finally put on clothes that can be seen in public and go outside, in the rain. I love holidays.
