• I need to preface this by fully admitting that I am about as far from fashion-forward as one person can get. I only started wearing pants last year and sometimes look like a homeless person. Yet still, I felt moved to give this tidbit of fashion advice: Please do not wear white leggings. The girl in this picture is a model, so I guess she doesn't look awful (though I suspect that if she put her legs together, she'd wind up with a Great White Cameltoe), but most of us are not built like her. This is on my mind because I walked up the subway stairs behind a fairly slim woman in white stretch pants and found myself unable to look away. These pants hugged every little divet and pooch of cellulite. And she was definitely skinny on the skinny side! Such a bad look.
• My friend Diane Mapes (who would never wear white stretch pants) is all over the place this week—her column about the prejudices against the unmarried is out at the Seattle P-I, and she quotes yours truly in a story about ogling others while attached.
• I had a big culture week last week and saw Margaret Cho's burlesque-themed show and Julian Temple's Joe Strummer documentary. I enjoyed the Cho Show, though I thought her whole "everyone's beautiful, no matter what size they are" was a tad disingenuous as she certainly wasn't cavorting naked on stage back when she was packing a few pounds. But mostly I had a really great time.
The Strummer documentary was also overwhelmingly great and moving, but if I could just nit-pick, I would've plucked John Cusack and Johnny Depp's contributions out and left them on the cutting room floor. Do I really care what some smarmy actor thinks about Joe Strummer? Answer: NO. Both of them came off as completely full of shit. Not all of the actors were annoying, though—Steve Buscemi was adorable talking about how intimidated he was at the thought of working with Strummer. The opening scene of Strummer singing "White Riot" into a mike with no backing music was worth my $11 alone. I left the theater in tears, glad I'd gone alone.
• One last thing—If you're not doing anything else that night, please come see me read at Rachel Kramer Bussel's holiday-themed In the Flesh on December 20th. I will not torture you with white leggings, though I can't promise that the gentleman friend won't be wearing a pair.