Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

Don't think any of My music lyrics-based titles have ever been THIS spot on. (Get it? Roux sounds like Ru? Yes? No? Maybe?)     Aiden Zhane: I don't HATE this outfit, but it definitely doesn't wow Me, and promo pics should bring SOME wow. We all know that I'm super picky about colors matching. She has 3 blue parts to her outfit (earrings, feather wrist cuffs, and shoes) and each one is a different shade of blue. It irks Me. OK it's not the worst fashion faux pas but I still get irked by such things. However... the outfit does poke and prod at one of My biggest fashion peeves. Stiletto heels with pants. Especially tight pants/leggings. Drives Me absolutely batshit bonkers cuckoo (No not cucu like "do you like my cucu?!" ) It makes Me audibly hiss and/or physically flinch... Beyond that, the outfit just strikes Me as pretty plain. The only thing that registers on My Wow-O-Meter 3000 would be the makeup. It's very Mime Drag (is that even a flavor...

Once upon a time, at a convention far, far away , My friends and I would play a game called Oh Honey No. Simple game. If we saw a particularly horrendous outfit, we'd shout OH HONEY NO!   Welcome to a new thing I wanna try to do around here. Dust off this blog a bit. Every Thursday I would like to do a round of Oh Honey No. Toss some outfits your way, outfits that I personally don't appreciate, and drag the shit out of them. I wanna be like Raja and Raven ... except less fabulous looking and there will be no tooting, only booting.   You may not agree with My opinions on the outfits I post. That's ok. You're all allowed to feel however you feel about them. But this is My house, and how I feel here is what goes. If you disagree so passionately, I invite you to set up your own version of Oh Honey No on your own platform.   That all being said, let's do our very first round of Oh Honey No. This inaugural week? The 2020 Grammys!   Alessandra Ambrosio: Ok a...

Happy Caturday y'all. Whilst My Twitter has met a reasonable person's limit of cat pics, that's not why I'm here.   Today I'm here to tell you about the brain breaking experience that I was blessed with earlier today.     Browsing the Gates Of Heaven, AKA the cold soda selection at the gas station, My ears picked up on some teenage girls rambling on and on and on... About how amazing Miley Cyrus looked recently. They were molesting one of the girls' phone with their glassy little eyeballs. I suppose My watching them during a Cannot Even moment was obvious, because they stampeded over to My spot in front of carbonated nirvana, and proceeded to force Me to look at above mentioned Miley images. Mayhaps I look youthful enough to care, or mayhaps they assume that anyone equipped with a vagina cares, but they wanted My opinion on Miley's attire choices.   Correction... They wanted Me to echo their opinions on said attire. Alas, this was not meant to be! Th...