A few years ago, I applied for a job at a local magazine here in town. After the interview, the editor said to me, “So this is a fashion magazine. What would a guy like you want to do with fashion?” I replied, “It’s a challenge.” I didn’t get the job.
Not then, anyways. A few months later, someone quit, and I was the next in line. Or maybe I was the fourth in line, I’m not really sure who he called first, frankly. Either way, I became a copy editor at this magazine in town, and I worked there for a little over a year, reading almost every article that came through the door.
I learned very quickly that there are words in the fashion world that I don’t want to ever have to type again. Words that make my eyes bleed just thinking about. Words that make me so angry that I want to kick a puppy. Now, I’m confronted with a situation where the best word for this scenario is one of those words that I loath typing. It’s making me itchy just thinking about it. But as an artist, I’m dedicated to my craft, so I have to put it out there. Here goes.
Know a geeky fashionista? Maybe she would like this fancy keyboard clutch made out of old keyboard keys. That’s right, she can get her asdfjkl; on with her wherever she goes, even though none of it is actually in the same sequence as a keyboard. Is it cute? Oh definitely, you can accessorize it with anything. But better yet, it’s cheap too, at only $39.99. Hell, buy two!
If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go shopping for some heavy strand nylon rope. Stupid words.