Richard Nixon should wear Skinny Jeans

I recently saw the film Frost/Nixon. Now, I don't like to talk about politics but one thing was made abundantly clear to me when I saw this film: Richard Nixon should wear skinny jeans.
Imagine how much more chic Nixon would be in skinny jeans. He could stride into the interview, his legs in black skinny jeans-- maybe he's got Wayfarers on too. He'll later post his look on lookbook.nu. Really, this interview wouldn't matter to him because he's too excited about posting his Brand New Look on lookbook.nu and getting girls to vote for him.
"What a stylish old cat I am", he would say to himself, stroking his skin that's more scrunched up than the scrotum of Armani. And then he'd go on his instant messenger-- let's face it, Nixon probably uses Yahoo or something demode, and message his fashion friends who only wear leggings, and nothing else. And he'll say "Oh, I had some boring interview today but ohmigod I have new skinny jeans and the interviewer, well, he was jealous of them. I mean he was damn jealous of them. You know when my secretary- yeah- you know when-- yeah, that thing. He looked like that."

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Oh, on January the 3rd at 1.00 PM central time Tavi and her friend Belle are doing some sort of video where they'll sing the christmas carols I wrote and other things. I'm assuming you'll want to sing along to the carols, so tune in, hmm?

Karl Says: listen to them

I always thought "Simon Says" was a terribly demode game. It was invented in the 80s. Now it was anyway, hmm? So; let's play Karl Says. Begin! (At this point Rei would bang her gong, but Rei's away playing on Harmonicas she stole from Bob Dylan. She hangs around his concerts, and picks them up off the ground. At this point I think he's given up on caring about who-the-freaky-Japanese-lady-in-black is, anyway. Hedi does the same with Kate Moss's old boyfriend. Can't remember his name. He stalked him, though. Took millions of pictures. Stuck them on his walls throughout his house. Made underwear out of them.)

Karl Says listen to these people: Rachael Please. They're chic, though myspace makes me throw up. So it's probably best if you get a piece of paper, and tape the piece of paper to the bit that says "MySpace" and then listen to the music, hmm? Maybe those of you who listen to "Hey there Delilah" and buy scented candles from K-Mart and are still freaked out my that young man Marilyn Manson, will not like it. (Marilyn's a nice boy. But someone like, say, Sarah Palin-- she really does scare me. How she dresses. I try to stay non-political, hmm? But she- well, she is an exemption. That and Barbie dolls. Barbie dolls are terrifying. The clothes they wear manage to be never ever chic. And Bratz. Have you people seen Bratz? The proportions!)

Right. And there's Stefano "I never wore sneakers apart from when I wear new balance" Pilati.
There's an article in the New York Times in which he comes off as too pretentious for words.
Yves is rolling in his grave. Actually, he isn't. He's rolling on the floor. But this makes him look- how do you say- a little puppy-dog-like. How adorable.
Stefano's clothes are.....wearable for around the house, perhaps. He just should not speak. Cut off his tongue, hmmmm?

Anna is my name, firing is my game.

I just fired half of Karl's assistants for him - he was still in the closet with that odd Japanese fellow swathed in Yohji. The one responsible for the 'aviators' comment now works at a store called TM Jax? ... JM Taxx? It makes my head hurt saying it, so you can just figure it out. The poor woman is probably swimming through piles of last season's Sean John-

CALL P.DIDDY / PUFF DADDY / SEAN JOHN-WHATEVER-THE-HELL HIS NAME IS AND TELL HIM HE IS SO DEMODE THAT IF I SEE HIM IN PUBLIC, I SHALL HAVE MY DRIVER RUN HIM DOWN.

Excuse me.

I would like to bring up this little tidbit.

HOW

DARE

THEY.

They obviously have underestimated my power. Do they know that if I say McCain is chic, the vast brainless demode mass of humanity in the center of the United States will turn into my little zombies and cast their votes for that ancient crypt-keeper? Do they realize that if I run an article talking about Obama's supposed demode footwear choices, there will be zombie fashion slaves up in arms?

I am speaking to his campaign manager this evening to do damage control, apparently. And that will not be a pretty meeting. Lots of fun for me, of course. Karl will hide under the table and cue ominous music when the time is appropriate - he loves when 'life has a soundtrack.'

Goodbye, adoring public - the new Calvin Klein underwear model just arrived. I must make sure he is... well... I have to watch him... well. Never you mind.