At the end of last week, I finally felt I’d had enough of Spacenook, the social-media giant that seems intent on ending democracy here and around the world. I was all set to delete my personal account until I realized I needed it for my business and political pages.
As if it had felt my frustration, Spacenook tried to make me smile today, reminding me I’d posted this slow fashion/homegrown vintage collage of one of my favorite Versace dresses three years ago today.
Click to read about this dress.
It worked for a second “Aw, I love that dress,” I thought. “It’s so cheerful.”
Then I remembered this situation.
It will probably require the help of a tailor, a tub of Vaseline, and one of those guys who shoves people into the overcrowded trains in Japan to get me into that dress again. Now I’m depressed. Go fuck yourself, Spacenook!