Vogue is my Bible

I buy all the latest trends in twos because I’m, like, so high fashion.

I don’t even care that fashion mags ruined my IQ because I’m, like, so high fashion.

I do my yard work in a Gucci silk robe lined in 14k gold

and my matching Lou Vuitton shoes because I’m, like, so high fashion.

That fact that Project Runway is my fave show gives me the right to judge everyone.

“Ew! She looks like she just crawled out of the zoo!”  She’s, like, so not high fashion.

I weigh an extra 10lbs from my volumizing Paul Mitchell mousse and MAC makeup,

but it’s fine as long as my eye shadows are the perfect hues.  God, I’m so high fashion.

Headline: “Kelsey Grammer caught in hideous outfit at the Oscars” - It’s okay, Kelsey, 

I understand what you’re going through because I, too, am, like, so high fashion.