Lady.K

would *school of hard knocks* be too cliched? how about *new york my diploma costs more than my life university*?

i am your ultimate renaissance woman.

i go to school. i work in the music industry. i throw parties you want to go to. and i make clothes you want to wear.

other than you? culture: pop culture, sub culture, youth culture, straightedge culture, fashion culture, drug culture, club culture, punk culture, urban culture, so cal culture, yuppie culture....

palanhiuk, hornby, oates, watterson, shakespeare, freud, rollins.... and the nytimes magazine.

slc punk, matrix, anything kevin smith, anything mel brooks, memento, amadeus, basquiat, my cousin vinnie, quills, BOWLING FOR COLUMBINE.....!!! and and and - KILL MMMMFUKKIN BILL!! hoohah.

rock, punk, jazz, hip hop, oldies, mashup DJs, ska, classical, hardcore, idm, indie, funk, not country, you get my drift...

adult swim, sports night, will and grace, *comedy central presents*, that 70s show... but oh shit - SAVED BY THE BELL. like woah.

i was picked on a lot when i was a kid - i was ugly and
wore *strange* clothing... like when i was in 5th grade, i
took a pair of purple jeans and shredded them up to the
knee, and put puff paint all over the undamaged parts...
the gold leather jacked with matching bowling bag didn't
go
over too well in highschool either... and while the prom
dress i made for my sister was well appreciated by my, for
lack of a better term, jappy community, the mini neon
yellow with black polka dot mini dress i wore to her
graduation at the end of june didn't... and when my good
friend called me up later that night to tell me she had
hooked up with a boy i really like, i didn't bat an eye...
but when she said, numerous times over the late night
diner
dinner *i love you so much, you're so special... you have
the best style...* i flipped my shit. because why does
all
of this superficial bullshit still matter?
believe you me, i'd dress like everyone else if i could,
but then i wouldnt be true to myself. and what difference
does it make? the best relationships, both romantic and
platonic, revolve around being naked. being stripped down
to the rawest of human emotions; to the bare essentials.
so i dress the way i am because i am who i am. anything
else would be slander.

strip yourself of all the superficial bullshit - i dont
care where you grew up, what your parents do, where you
went to school, what you do for a living, or what you
wear. none of that matters. they're just facts you put on your resume that look a certain way on a piece of paper. or
pixelated on a computer screen. and sure, the clothing
thing has some tangibility, but i'm sure you know and i
know that its all a metaphor for something so much
greater. my life is an open book, yours should be too.
we
should get together, have our own private book club. i'll
bring the hummus. because i wear my emotions on the front
of my homemade tshirts. and i dont need to be judged by
the fact that i grew up in an affluent long island suburb,
go to school at NYU, work at a record labeol make my own
clothing, work out at a gay gym, and watch comedy central
like theres no tomorrow. its all i got. and if you dont
like it, i'll kick your ass :) like woah.