But I am not French. I am Parisian.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006 at 1:12PM 
We are liking people with a fierce attitude and especially people from Paris who live on a diet of fashion, café au lait and cocktails. Of course you'll have an attitude since you probably are malnourished and tired from all those late nights having a heavy outfit hanging off your frail frame.
Who else could better represent this than the cool, suave Carine Roitfeld: uber Parisian and editor for French Vogue.
What can be better than someone that uses her hatred toward things as a boost for finding things one actually likes?
She says to the Telegraph:
Black? 'It's finished.' Leather? 'No good as you get older.' Jewellery? 'I hate watches. I never wear these things.' Thongs? 'Before I love strings. Now I hate strings.' Handbags? 'You can wear a completely transparent shirt and show all the breasts - I don't care. But I prefer to have my hands in my pocket than to have a nice little bag. So I am not good for all these fashions. They have to sell bags, bags, bags, bags, bags, bags. I hate handbags.
You go grrl!!
Personally I'm so sick of women with acrylic hair extensions. Or extensions in general for that matter. It's vial and hideous and makes you look like a fucking life size doll. (Yes, girl in Amsterdam, I'm talking about you.)
Maybe concentrate on getting rid of that enormous ass instead of gluing pieces of shit to your roots? (Not to mention my feelings towards dreadlocks.)
GET A HAIRCUT!
One thing I really hate as well is guys who go to the gym like all the time and then pour their muscles into hideous clothes that are baggy and washed out and ugly. What's up with that? And what's the point in going to the gym at all if you'll ruin the impression on the way to and from? What's that? To make you feel better you say? HA!
In the words of Mme Roitfeld:
'I hate garbage. I try to edit, edit, edit'
Word.
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