My husband once showed me a post from one of his friends on Facebook that said something along the lines of, "I just want to thank Ed Hardy for making shirts that allow me to spot douchebags at a distance." I think this guy was talking about Ed Hardy's illustrious men's line (that has been made famous by celebridouches such as John Gosselin) but lo and behold, apparently he also makes clothing for women.
I get it that sometimes you want to embrace your inner motorcycle girl. Heck, that's what Frye boots and studded sandals are for. You can close your eyes and imagine that your minivan is a Harley and that's wind whipping through your hair, not peanut butter. But I daresay that wearing brightly colored clothing that looks like someone zoomed in 400% on an old man's tattoos is not the way to go.
Picture this: I am casually strolling the aisles of the Loehman's shoe store (mostly a disappointment, except for a cute pair of pale pink ballet flats that make me want to listen to Spandau Ballet and this frump sighting). I hear one of the sweetest sounds in the world—a baby belly laughing. So I follow the giggles until I round an aisle and find this facing me down.
Not sure if you can read the words in the lovely banner surrounding the bleeding heart but it says this: LOVE KILLS SLOWLY. Awesome. What a nice thought to leave with all of us who are looking at your backside. That baby better laugh while he still can't read...