This morning Shakti Mann directed my attention back to the incomparable Tiffany Stone, and I was alarmed by what I found.

Here is an excerpt from yesterday's fascinating Day in the Life of Tiffany Stone entry:

Arrive at American Apparel on Sunset and Alvarado. I feel like I'm back in Paris -- I wear a medium. Though Echo Park is the new Silverlake, the majority of the residents are Latino. It seems cruel to have a sweatshop free clothing store where most Latinas won't be able to fit into the women's clothes. They'll have to wear the unisex men's shirts.

Let's set aside her knack for coupling unrelated thoughts into sentences for a moment and turn our attention to her deplorable slight of my gorgeous and strong Latina sisters. There's one word for suggesting that "most Latinas" are too fat to fit into women's clothing, and that word is racism. Friends, that's something I just don't cotton.

I also don't cotton missing the real real joke here -- that there's a store called American Apparel in a Mexican neighborhood.

Some day we'll meet, dear Tiffany, and when that day comes, you'll know what fresh urine feels like as it soaks though your paprika sleeveless top.

Analogcabin @ 8:21 AM
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