to0 stupid to see the irony in rocking a $150 fishing hat while living in your parent’s spare bedroom, i purchased a white burberry bucket cap from saks in may of 2002.

unfortunately, by the end of that summer the streets of the burgh became so infested with bootleg louie and burberry fashion indistinguishable from the real thing that i eventually retired it in august, hilariously pissed at how those “analog n*ggas were messing up my market value!!”

i thought of this sad situation because it was the only analogy i could think of to possibly compare to how a naturally curvy woman might feel when going to a nightclub and seeing men ogle over the minotaur pictured above. Continue reading →