“Where is my white collarless shirt from Fred SEGAL?!”
Basically this year so far.
We’re friends because we both know what it’s like for people to be jealous of us.
Absurdly important fashion/technology news today: The Clueless closet is real, and you can own it.
I may have spent the morning discussing the rehearsal dinner outfits for my nonexistent wedding.
TAI: I know that when I have my own wedding, I want this, like, whole entire floral motif, very floral garlands… floral dresses.
DIONNE: No, no, no, no. When I get married, I’m gonna have a sailor dress, but it’s going to be a gown, and all my bridesmaids are gonna wear sailor hats… with veils.
TAI: That sounds so cool.
I can’t really decide how I feel about this song, but the title is en pointe.
Three years ago today, we lost Brittany Murphy.
I, for one, still miss her.
I can’t stop thinking about Clueless lately.
Not cool, bro.
See Proof That the Brooklyn Nets Cheerleaders Were Inspired by Clueless
Never change, Vulture. I worship you.
When I was in college, my love for Clueless and penchant for alcoholism merged quite spectacularly with this drinking game I invented for the film. If you earn minor ducats at a thankless job, this might be even better than a good old fashioned boinkfest.
One must drink from beverage when:
- Cher and Josh bicker
- Anyone uses a cell phone
- Anyone hits on Cher
- Daddy yells
- Cher’s poor driving is displayed
- “Popularity” is mentioned
- Cher grunts, whines, or squeaks
- Shopping or the mall are shown or mentioned
- Anyone says “clueless”
Optional Shit-faced Rule: You have to drink every time Cher changes outfits.
I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly...
