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
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