The definitive way to know your date is a douchebag...

Imagine you're out on a date with a guy who's really great. Good conversationalist, nice guy, probably funny.

Then you get to the restaurant where he unbuttons his coat to reveal an Ed Hardy tee. It's pretty shocking. He doesn't have spiky hair or a raised truck. So you tell yourself that you can "educate" him in the ways of fashion. He seems open-minded enough, after all.

After making sure that you don't know anyone in the restaurant that could out you for being on a date with Ed Hardy guy, you decide to put it out of your mind and you end up having a great time.

One thing leads to another, you end up back at his place drinking way too much wine. Your head is a little woozy, you're carried away by the evening, he leads you to his bedroom.

The light flickers on and you see THIS:

Amy Winehouse

Harsh!



Damn girl, eat food, not drugs!

A Letter To Rufus

Dear Rufus Humphrey (from Gossip Girl) -

I chose to look the other way when you wore your leather tied-on chokers (sometimes doubled up). I plugged my ears whenever "Lincoln Hawk" played one of your throaty Goo Goo Dolls-esque rock ballads. I even tried to see the silver lining in your penchant for denim shirts.

And I did this all because you're a hot older man and I love me a hot older man. And I can overlook a lot of style faux pas on a hot older man.

But that chunky knit turtleneck sweater tonight? Now you're really asking too much.

Please hire a new stylist or I may even start to find your douchey, boring, self-righteous son handsome.

XOXO,
Sugar Grams