The A-Train

My fifteen minutes/Paramount launches WE ARE AUTOBOTS

cough hack scientific method

You know when you've got your latte and you sprinkled your cinnamon and chocolate on it, and oh it looks delicious, but OH SHIT you inhaled a lungful of powdery mess and hack cough hack hack but then it passes and that breath you tkae that isn't tinged with bruning nutmeg is just great? That's how Chris Matthews has just made me feel for the first time in like a year.

If I see any of these at FW I'm gonna pepperspray Heidi Middleton

I do not like oil-slick (or wet-look, robo-legs, what have you) leggings. It's not that I don't think they look sexy. They do. On this model at Sass-'N'-Bide they look magnificent, like the glory of the sun. It's just that someone needs to tell 99.8% of women that they CANNOT PULL OFF oil-slick leggings like no one has ever needed to do anything. A bit like the bizarre reaction elicited by very, very big girls with fuzzy boots circa fall '06 (OH NO BEAR -- oh its a lady, phew), when larger ladies, or even just not-incredibly-modelesque ladies, slap these on it evokes a malformed barbie doll, warped in the sun after summers of disuse, or just fat robots which we all know would never aid society.

With that said, I have learned that in very cold weather, oil-slick leggings act as space blankets, insulating human heat like absolutely nothing else, and London has almost definitely not decided to stop barfing snow, so they're going on today.