Ugh, Don Draper is seriously grossing me out in this episode.
1. Aw, Patrick Stump’s tumblr post!
2. It really bothers me that this PUNK exhibit is the best thing that the Met could come up with this year. They’ve already had elements of punk within the Anglomania and McQueen exhibits and it’s just so…tired. So uninspired. Lowest common denominator, I guess. And here I thought the Prada/Schiaparelli thing last year was silly. I should note that I most likely will run through the exhibit at some point, but I won’t make a point of going to see it. Could I come up with a better idea? No. However, I’m not part of the Costume Institute, so…
I seriously want to start a photo study that documents how lovely my hair looks at home and then how crappy it looks by the time I get to work, which is only 20 minutes later.
The day after I decide I’m done with him, he calls me a couple of times and asks questions that he could have asked months ago. Not reading into it, but it’s ironic. Also, when he starts going gray, it’s going to be a sad day indeed.