I'm not sure what perfect Ann Arbor hair looks like.
Coiffed, shellacked so that it can resist a hat or scarf or wind chills below thirty.
Very similar to Southern Hair except, I suspect, shorter.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm not sure what perfect Ann Arbor hair looks like.
Coiffed, shellacked so that it can resist a hat or scarf or wind chills below thirty.
Very similar to Southern Hair except, I suspect, shorter.
Yeah, but then I can replace 'em with, I dunno, Nightwing ones or something.
You should totally get Kid Flash slipper socks. You know, with ankle wings.
I'm not sure what perfect Ann Arbor hair looks like.
Right now? The coiffure of the season in the stacked, angled Posh Spice bob.
Big on the guyliner, are they?
Well, you know. It's their way.
Right now? The coiffure of the season in the stacked, angled Posh Spice bob.
We're still talking about the guys right? Or Ann Arbor is more fashion forward than I suspected.
Rebel, rebel!!
::contemplates Southerner joke::
I DO have bright, Crayola red streaks in my hair.
Women = the Posh Bob.
Men = Very typical Midwestern, I'd gather. Typical mancut with a bit of product.
I DO have bright, Crayola red streaks in my hair.
Hmm... that's good. I've worn Family Guy t-shirts to chaperone field trips. Not the "Whose leg do I have to hump to get a dry martini?" one, but the Stewie "Does not play well with others."
Have to draw the line somewhere.
Women = the Posh Bob.
It's The Rachel of the oughties.
Sure: Hard Tail Yoga Clothes
See? Kat can defend her own position. That's some fine, yoga-toned behind.
Kat wins. I so don't have a hot, yoga ass.
These are my inside/outside pants. I also have some of these.
At the moment, I'm in a pair of wide-leg Old Navy drawstring jeans and a Gap t-shirt. I keep wanting to ramp up my style a little bit but I'm so damned tired and always getting stuff all over me--peanut butter, Playdoh, juice, snot, coffee, crayon, marker, glue and who knows what else. I just sort of gave up.
I know Posh was extremely critical of American moms and their trainers and sweatpants but dammit, I don't have a stylist or a nanny--and if I did, I couldn't afford new clothes, anyway.
too many people in one place who look the same scare me. I keep waiting for the bell to go off, so they'll all know when to take the pills.