If you had asked me last year how I would react to seeing Bobby Trendy without his usual profusion of ribbons, bows, and lip gloss, I am sure I would have said, "with relief." And yet:
Although it's fascinating to see him with all the bells and whistles removed (as Heather said to me, "IT'S HUMAN"), and he is certainly a handsome man when he's not covered with the insides of Diamond Foam and Fabric, Bobby Trendy's public appearance of total normalcy is almost alarming, like the secret tenth sign of the Apocalypse. It turns out that Trendy without tulle is like Thanksgiving without turkey, like buying Halloween candy without setting aside a secret bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups to eat alone in your car. Something is missing. Something fun that will probably give you a stomachache later. And so, while I'm happy to see that La Trendy can leave the house without wrapping himself in one of his boudoir curtains, I must admit it: I miss the flash and sass.
I certainly hope you haven't been listening to us, Bobby. We never meant for you to actually do that.
