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Tonight some friends and I saw the movie Milk and made a lot of homo jokes. As in, "Man, I knew that mall cop movie would be gay, but sheesh!" The movie was fantastic and strangely still relevant today and I loved it and bla bla bla bla.

But what I really want to talk about is the WANT factor of everything any actor was wearing throughout the film. Am I psycho for wanting to dress like a permed gay rights lesbian activist from 1978? Probably. In fact, I really just want to dress like Emile Hirsch's character. I have got to get my hands on a pair of these frames:My friend Amanda commented that the whole movie was evidently sort of a 2-hour commercial for American Apparel, and I think I agree with her. I mean, kooky specs, unflatteringly tight textiles, and washed-out drab colors and hoodies? Yeah, sounds like stock in which a hipster would invest. Regardless. I'm willing to risk coming off as an epic fail and swear to rock a pair of tube socks and high running shorts sometime this summer with split-toned Jackie O shades. You won't be able to miss me, boys.


(PS: Apparently Holly Madison sells a line of tube socks. If you think I'm not itching to get my mitts on a set of those puppies then you don't know me well enough, friend.)