welcome to the horror show

friends, 

i have called this meeting to discuss 

something terrible. 

tonight, while in the midst of my sunday beauty routine of late--which includes a mani/pedi, a clay deep cleansing face mask, a full body wax, electroshock therapy, and a monkey-style hair nit-picking session...with a monkey--while innocently watching a dvr'd episode of 30 rock, i saw the most disturbing sight. 

this monstrosity of a commercial aired 

in between scenes:  

.

i about fell out. 

("awwwright, its time to show them ankles, please, them sexy little things 'bout a foot below yo knees.")

president, please. you're a white boy in an oversized, banana-yellow hairmet. 

oy. 

disgust. 

is this what we've come to? the ankle show??

i do realize that old navy has a certain... ubiquitous aesthetic, and therefore must market to such... but....

UGH. 

(please tell me its not just me!)  

hear me out. i've definitely purchased my fair share from the chain in question. pretty sure the majority of my "i'm having a baby then losing the baby weight then having another baby then losing that baby weight" wardrobe was from old navy until maybe the last year or so... and i definitely run in from time to time to grab a quick top or something easy & affordable for the girls.

but.

if "flirty flats" and ankle jeans (can we please talk about the cherry tattoo? are we 14 now? is it somehow 1994 and i'm being punked in a sanrio store?) are the new definition of sexy for women, 

i'm out.

whatever happened to glamour? 

(via greatitaltians, habituallychic & trendencias) 

style? 

(via gettys, tumblr)

sophistication?  

(via vogueuk, W, logos)

please don't judge me, pre-coffee, 

at an early morning preschool dropoff, but... 

i have champagne taste.

(via tumblr) 

the bitch of it is, 

i'm on a ramen budget right now. 

(via pinterest)

but that doesn't mean i can't want things. 
(and by that i mean not just "things", but a certain lifestyle.)

(via ralphlauren)

right? 

(via ralphlauren)

not obsess, or strive even, but rather luxuriate in the value of a couture piece of clothing, a fabulous shoe, or fine bed linens; exquisite, aged wine (or hell, cheese); exotic, 5-star hotels in far-flung locales... i appreciate the fine things in life. 

(via lifeofpolarnper)

there's nothing wrong with that. 

but, don't worry. i also appreciate hot dogs. 

*

(as long as they're all beef. organic kosher even. 
on a freshly baked whole grain bun with organic condiments, 
of course.)

xo

thoughts?

(does this make me sound like a 

soulless, pretentious biatch?)

(are you, too, "super c-u-t-e"? don't even get me started on this one.)

(or do you agree, and therefore, are winning?)

*ps. the dog picture is in no way meant to be offensive. i am an animal lover, thought this lil guy was adorbs, and couldn't resist being punny.*