Please...

Please, people, have mercy. Stop wearing houndstooth now before it is too late. It is already too late, but still... please... stop...

I don't know what else to say. I stop people in the street and ask, why are you wearing that? How can you wear that? Don't you know what you're doing? Don't you realize how you affect people?

When I see someone wearing a big, bold houndstooth design garment, it's exactly as if they were walking down the street with a giant sweatshirt with the giant word FUCK printed across it in bold day-glo orange helvetica.

Everyone gets the message, sure, and no one misses it. It's just that some of us want to be able to walk here and there and take public transportation and be out in the world generally without being made to FOCUS on the visual textile design representation of everything that is wrong with everything, everywhere, all the time.

Public Transportation is the Worst!

Summer certainly is the most houndstooth-free season, which I enjoyed immensely! Now: fall is upon us, and I have scheduled an appointment with a psychoanalyst to attempt to get some tranquilizers or something. I was on U-Tube train earlier this week, doing fine, then I noticed sitting next to me a woman whose vinyl houndstooth bag TOUCHED MY ARM! I went berserk and they had to stop the train between stations and escort me out along a rat-infested tunnel. At least it was better than houndstooth. If anything, the rats wear a touch of herringbone.