in, to my shagrin

and now for something i like to call in, to my shagrin. it's things that are in but i wish they'd make a quick exit from popular culture and society altogether. first on the agenda is the soon-to-be ubiquitous skinny jean, which, apparently, you'd better learn to love. i was tipped off to the leah mclaren article by a couple of my well-meaning friends the other day. the point: just buy 'em now, because you're going to do it eventually anyway.

mclaren writes:

Even though I'm probably deluding myself into believing that skinny jeans don't make me look like an overripe pear, I'd rather take that chance than look like a postpartum soccer mom who hasn't been to the mall in 10 years. Apologies to Trinny and Susannah (of BBC's What Not to Wear fame), but once in a while it's better to wear something unflattering than unfashionable. I hate to say it, but if you're not wearing skinny jeans in the next six months, you are going to look like either a) you don't care or b) you don't know. Neither is good.

sadly, the skinny jean is in, but guess what? my ass is fat! so i declare the skinny jean in, to my shagrin. next week: i'm mad about plaid. and i don't mean i'm glad it's all the rage, i mean it launches me to a quick rage.

my advice: invest in some long-ass sweaters