morrissey.

so a few days ago.. well i guess it was weeks ago nowm i rule at keeping this thing updated.. morrissey played a week of shows at madison square gardens. which luckily for me, is about 3 blocks from where i work.

i had sort of forgotten about this, prior to arriving at penn station, but i was instantly reminded as i approached the platform, and saw it flooded with confused metrosexuals, longing desperately to be gay, and pretty hipster girls with unkempt hair, flanel shirts and high heels.

now why on earth someone would dress up in heels to go see a concert at the gardens is way beyond me. it's not as though steven patrick is going to take you backstage and fuck you while unbuttoning his pink shirt.. and all the dudes standing 12 feet from the stage are just aching to get a glimpse of his cock, hoping it will put to rest their sexual confusion.

so chicks are dressing up for chicks, i figure. which is interesting and not really some sort of big revelation.

i suppose i could go one with this, but i'm not entirely sure what the point would be. i could blah blah blah about how i hate the idea of competition between the ladies, but i don't wonder if me pointing my finger and saying, "ha ha ha! i've figured you all out!" wouldm't leave me feeling as though i'm at least being partly hypocritical.

plus, i may end up feeling guilty about my ridiculous shoe collection.. because obviously it's only other females that are fully going to appreciate the wonderment that is a pair of cute teal, plaid heels.

ahem.