Elegantly Dressed Wednesday

The monobrow is beauty's deadzone. No one comes out with their allure intact. My fine, ferociously Scottish eyebrows consider the space between them as the final frontier, so I speak from experience.

Of course, there's nothing quite like an unattractive look to demonstrate your panache to the world. Like how a very pretty girl shaving her head says, "Hey, I'm so damn gorgeous, who even NEEDS hair? Uglies, that's who." And yes, yes we do.

People who aren't Frida Kahlo need tweezers. Never let it be said that I support the monobrow. It has been done once, very well, and should be retired, much like a great sportsperson's shirt number.



I am inordinantly fond of Ms Kahlo. She would give all the best advice, I am sure. If your husband cheated on you, she would advise that you fuck one of your boyfriends with a papier mache dildo in the shape of your miscarried foetus up against one of your husband's freshly painted frescoes. Take that, philandering scum! That's Kahlo brand justice smeared across your noble revolutionary workers!

Then she would advise that you write about it in your insane diary, leave it lying around so he finds it, have a massive fight where the slapping gives way to crazy monkey sex, become a cripple in a tragic accident, and paint a few hundred pictures with whatever gusto you have left over.

Again, this may be something only Frida could pull off. But Elegantly Dressed Wednesday is all about inspiration, shooting for the stars, and whathaveyou. So go crazy!