Regular readers here at Go Fug Yourself are well aware that Heather and I are devoted, longtime worshippers at the altar of Aaron Spelling. Long have we wished for an All Spelling All the Time network -- just think of it! 90210 followed by Melrose Place followed by Models, Inc followed by Dynasty followed by yet another episode of 90210! Paradise! We really would never leave the house! And when we weren't mentally scheduling this delicious programming, we were dreaming of creating a new hour-long nighttime drama starring Heather Locklear, Joan Collins, and Shannen Doherty, each scheming to bring the other to her (satin-clad) knees!
So it was with great sadness that we learned that the man who taught us never to fake a French accent in France, how to best manipulate your boss into killing himself so you can steal his job, and the power of a well-placed fur turban has finally taken leave of this mortal coil and gone to the great Spelling mansion in the sky, where we presume the bowling alley is staffed entirely by vixens and the wrapping paper room is full of caviar. And therefore, today, in honor of our hero of delicious, trashy goodness, Go Fug Yourself is dedicated to the sartorial triumphs and missteps of the men and women who stomped their way through the various works of Mr Spelling with such delightful, dramatic elan. * We rip off our wig to you, sir.
* except 7th Heaven. We hate that show.
