Oh, how I wish; because this Sunday, I’m going to see Morrissey, and I plan to get my fangirl on all week, no matter how much it makes me feel like the soil’s falling over my head.
Not in the mood for love? These gifts will bring out your cheeky side.
These animals will keep that library in line.
Mix your Mexican beverage metaphors and serve her up with a tray full of Negra Modelos.
My favorite martian.
Way creepier than playing poker with mirrored glasses. A true objet d’art.
Why should Radiohead get all the rainbows?
A satisfyingly dramatic way to pass the days.
Now that the election is over, you need someone else to root for.
Lover, you should have come over.
My teenage cousin is obsessed with phone charms. Here’s one (a miniature terrarium!) that doesn’t involve pink beads.
Perhaps my favorite item in the whole gift guide. Perhaps the cheapest, too.
Do these derby critters remind anyone else of the Hummer soapbox derby kids?
Portable iPod karaoke sets bring joy to the world.
A daschund bag needs no commentary.
I warned you that I like small things writ large.
This koi pitcher makes a lovely gurgling sound when it pours.
I’m thinking this tape isn’t fireproof.
Parrots are the new Rabbits.
Cleaning toilets probably isn’t what Pinocchio signed up for.
Unwrap it. You know you want to.
What this sleek white instant camera lacks in vintage charm, it makes up for in features, like autofocus. Plus, it hasn’t been discontinued, which is always a plus. RIP, Polaroid.
And to think you were going to get them a Jawbone.
It’s the week before the week before Thanksgiving, and here at Misosouper, I’m prepping the ‘08 holiday gift guide, which will be posted next Monday, November 17. So this week, in High Fidelity tradition, we’ll cycle through Misosouper’s top five all time posts, so you can snag a gift from the archives that you may have missed.
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Originally posted on April 14:
This weekend’s WSJ article on American Apparel produced my usual reaction to Dov Charney: I want to clap for him, then throw up.
Instead, I bought a shirt. (I believe that’s what you might call scruples.)
As far as tank tops go, this tri-blend racerback version reigns supreme: it really is as soft, non-clingy, and comfortable as advertised. You’ll also get to enjoy one of my favorite AA experiences: snickering at the product reviews that begin, “I’m a 32G but this top isn’t too tight…” or “I’m 5′4, 95 lbs, and while I was worried this would be too big…” (Because I’m also a member of the 32G-5′4″-95lb club, I’m allowed to mock, OK?)
Like I said, it’s all about the scruples.
