This is when you know it's the real deal

If you can look at a man in really bad 70s fashions-- construction worker fluorescent orange Oxford-style shirt unbuttoned to the navel with an ascot tie, a gold pimp chain and slightly Flock of Seagulls-esque hair-- and still say, "Yep. That guy's my idol," that's when you know it's the real deal, LOL.

I was having a discussion with my friend the other night about "What do you wear to meet your idol?" and we were tossing out things NOT to wear in this situation. I said, "I'd like to think that I could show up in a burlap bag and black, cheap, rubber Teva sandals and it wouldn't matter because the love from my heartlight would shine through and envelope him in the radiance that is me." And yes, I stole the term heartlight from Neil Diamond. But nevertheless, I'd like to think that would be true. I will still, however, be fresh to death because it never hurts to wrap the heartlight in a decadently delicious package.

On bad fashions, get thee to this website! It is fucking hilarious!

http://www.plaidstallions.com/

". . . Saw your light come shinin' through. I couldn't stop my heart from turning . . ."