Cut Me a Break, Hippie Skirt

Have you tried to purchase a skirt lately? Wait, let me re-phrase that. Have you tried to buy a skirt lately that ISN'T some ankle-length, hippie/granny with a splash of sequins, big ol' frumpy-ass, drag on the ground, three yards of fugitty-ugly crepey earthtone elastic waistband piece of crap skirt? Well apparently SOMEBODY is buying them, because that's the only kind of skirt you can find in any store in the universe right now.

As if this isn't enough, the philosophy of the wearer is even worse. Most gals I've seen wearing them have them pulled down so low that they had to get a brazilian wax just to be able to wear it in public without getting arrested. Wearing a potato sack and yanking it down to your pubes does not a sexy outfit make.

Between the dirt-skirts and gauchos I saw in downtown Ft. Lauderdale this weekend, I spent the majority of Saturday evening breathing into a paper bag and darning Old Navy to heck.

No diggity.

Mags