Outfitblog. (And an Unstapled anti-recap.)

I caught the last fifteen minutes of the last episode (hopefully forEVER) of Unstapled last night, and felt totally justified in abandoning my recaps. The moral to the story is: nobody learns anything, nothing changes, but at least it’s over. Bust out the champers! On the up side, Chynna Phillips (late of Wilson Phillips) turned out, and was kind of a snarky bitch in the best possible way. On the down side, the reunited W-P sang “Hold On” (oh shit, THAT VIDEO, LOLs-a-million) in Carnie’s living room with Rob on guitar, which means I have that damn song stuck in my head even now, try as I might to scrub it clean with the scouring power of Lady Gaga (oh shit, THAT VIDEO, for totally different and awesome reasons — check out the hot fat chicks enjoying prison life with our heroine). There is also a startling lack of Unstapled reruns on the GSN schedule, which would seem to indicate that the show’s not been doing so well, considering they had been replaying it seven to eight times in a single weekend.

But now, Carnie is out of my life forever, so on to the fatshions.

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