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The Art of Cool: Class 11, Period 2 (Friday, March 28)
Even Haute Couture Can Be A Hot Mess: Don't Depend On Designers
Welcome back! Class this week had a very serious subject, so everyone should sit down and pay close attention. This was an advanced class, right here. Were they ready? This was a topic very, very close to Tink's own heart.
Because sometimes - she hated to admit this, but it was true! - people who spent a lot of time and a lot of money becoming fashionable and glamorous and becoming exquisite, wonderful designers of very chic expensive clothes ... sometimes, those people lost their freaking minds.
"I can't agree more," Barney nodded. "Take Robin, for instance. Not the frog. I've seen this totally hot chick with normally outstanding taste pair a cardigan with a bustier. We call it, the bradigan. It is horrendous, no matter how ripe her melons are."
One moment: Tink needed to get over that mental picture. There! All better. But what a fabulous example! After all, there were people - otherwise attractive, completely sane people - who insisted on wearing pants underneath dresses. Pants. Under a dress. Usually jeans.
"Thank god for hot suits," Barney said. "Men, you have no excuse for looking like idiots. Except for the fact that you are idiots."
Exactly her point, and thank you so much, Barney, for leading to it so eloquently! Fashion designers themselves can't be trusted! Many a new and budding fashion-forward young lady has thought to herself, I shall put my trust in the sainted houses of chic, and let them guide me. And then the designers decide that, for spring, what is in is a frightening mess of leg-warmers, formal shorts, and tacky, hideous colors! It breaks Tink's black little heart!
"We should order you some tiny dark sunglasses to hide the shamefulness of these designs as worn by the Fandom High student body from your sensitive eyes," Barney offered. "We could go shopping after class, take the sting out."
See? He was wonderful. He had such clever ideas and he liked to spend money on such pretty things. Ones for her. Ooooh, and they should stop by the office and pester someone. Their office still didn't have a hot tub in it. Did they realize the stressful, awful job that teaching was? How could they possibly ask Tink and Barney to go on being fabulous without a hot tub?
"Oooh, hot tub," Barney went to a happy place and was rather lost for a moment. Hot tub...
Tink did, too. But she only allowed herself to stay there for a moment. Because this was serious. This was important. Students! Designers were, at the end of the day, just people, as capable of failure and idiocy as the rest of your species. Being fashion-forward does not mean turning off your brain! Only you can stop this horrifying trend of leg warmers and shirts worn as dresses. Trust your instincts.
Except for Mr. Weasley, who should never, ever trust his instincts, fashion-wise. He should pay someone to pick out clothes, for him.
[ooc: we don't know!]
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