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Tutu, or not tutu?
When it comes to romance, I’ve never been particularly picky. Ask any of my friends and they’ll tell you—give me a deaf guy in JNCO’s with a dent in his face and I’m on bended knee proposing. Why is it that I always seem to seek out charity cases, fixer-uppers, sloppy jalopies and the like? I have a theory that, as many a stylish person, I have an unspoken yet completely obvious desire to be the Henry Higgins to some tragic homo’s Eliza Doolittle.
This is why I sympathize with Kobe Bryant. Yes, the man may
willingly wear a yellow and purple uniform on a regular basis, but when he’s
not working, his attire is usually comprised of sharp designer suits that cost
more than my car. They say that, when you’ve been with someone long enough, you
start to dress alike. After seeing a photo of Kobe’s wife Vanessa wearing a
Laker purple tutu earlier this week at a game in L.A.—which she defended by
shouting expletives at a reporter who criticized what she was wearing earlier
that night—I hope for his sake that he isn’t the one under the influence. While
I do think his wife Vanessa could stand to take a cue from her husband, still,
you gotta love a girl who’s willing to vindicate her fashion sense to the
bitter, vicious end.
—Marcos Luevanos
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