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Justin, Justin, Justin. Black hoodie? Breaking windows? Breaking into your ex-girlfriend's house to videotape having sex on her bed with a cracked-out yet kinda hot goth girl who wears Choos and an eagle tattoo? You so crazy, you make me wanna write RPS het.
Nov. 30th, 2002
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Nov. 30th, 2002 07:55 pmHave returned from the land of the outlet with both boots (two pair; one camel, one plum) and Boot. There's nothing like full-blown, brainless point-and-buy materialism to inspire thoughts about Mr. Terry Boot, formerly of LumosNox, though he wouldn't ever resort to anything as tacky as GAP clearance for his raincoats. Blue on blue ties and Williams & Sonoma and Rhod standing in front of J. Crew, weeping her heart out over shetland cowl sweaters and peacoats with horn buttons.
The Ralph Lauren outlet store we went to not only didn't have any catalogs, but they didn't have a single picture of Sullivan up. >:O Didn't they know that I'd dragged my family across outlet strips in search of Sullivan? Didn't they know the battles I'd fought with my sister in the epic war of Sullivan v Boy for Polo Blue Cologne? (Me: He's from North Carolina. North Carolina produced Jesse Helms, sports teams named the Tar Heels, and the most annoying member of Model Congress executive board. Alaska, on the other hand, has produced such excellent things as gold, oil, great salmon, and the bluest eyes on the face of the Earth. My sister: What? I just thought he was hot.)
What puzzles the fuck out of me, actually, is why anybody ever thought that Banana Republic would be a good name for a slightly up-of-center-scale men's clothing retailer. The chain's wildly succesful, standard bearer in mall men's fashion, had Sullie as a model, etc., but damn. Doesn't anybody else look at the name, squint, and pause before rejoining the consumer frenzy that is post-Thanksgiving American shopping?
The Ralph Lauren outlet store we went to not only didn't have any catalogs, but they didn't have a single picture of Sullivan up. >:O Didn't they know that I'd dragged my family across outlet strips in search of Sullivan? Didn't they know the battles I'd fought with my sister in the epic war of Sullivan v Boy for Polo Blue Cologne? (Me: He's from North Carolina. North Carolina produced Jesse Helms, sports teams named the Tar Heels, and the most annoying member of Model Congress executive board. Alaska, on the other hand, has produced such excellent things as gold, oil, great salmon, and the bluest eyes on the face of the Earth. My sister: What? I just thought he was hot.)
What puzzles the fuck out of me, actually, is why anybody ever thought that Banana Republic would be a good name for a slightly up-of-center-scale men's clothing retailer. The chain's wildly succesful, standard bearer in mall men's fashion, had Sullie as a model, etc., but damn. Doesn't anybody else look at the name, squint, and pause before rejoining the consumer frenzy that is post-Thanksgiving American shopping?