Prescription....go eff yourself

So I will often take everyday observations, thoughts, gripes, over grinded gears, etc.. and share my personal/professional diagnosis as to the worth, point and legitimacy of noted topics.

First up...old ladies in fur coats. I've got a serious issue with you old furbags and it is in noooo way related to PETA. I know they are somebodies grandma and for that we love them, but really?


Old women in fur — muuuuuurrrrrrderers, how can you even take yourself seriously? First off, that look is so damn old school to begin with. You certainly aren’t putting off an air of high society by wearing small chinchilla or rabbit out on the town. And I know through minimal fashion research and an above average sense of style that your outerwear is not cutting any edge, its simply cutting pelts. Pelts of rodents, yeah, that’s something I want to wear, are you effing kidding me? You might as well be the bird lady wearing that kind of garb around town. Yeah, that’s right, a bird lady, like the one from Home Alone: New York, surrounded by pigeons and their shit, tossing breadcrumbs all over you like some skanky goddess. I've been in NYC for about 2 months now and I see you creatures errrrvrywhere. The Upper East is locked and stocked with you, the theater district is practically your motherland and worst of all, the recycled-homeless person fur...often times patched up with the hide of central park squirrel. I’m not even in this for the animals here, I just can’t stand to watch you beastly old women walking around like giant rats…

Diagnosis....Go Eff Yourself