Yo, listen…I’m tired of getting gussied up for a night out on the town, only to discover that most people at the bar/party/what-have-you are sporting some nasty polyester pants and a particularly ripe case of BO.  Of course, then I feel like I did something wrong by, you know, utilizing a bar of soap and some blue eyeshadow.  What ever happened to LOOKING GOOD? 

I think I’m going to get some enormous speakers for my sweet turquoise station wagon.  And then I’m going to drive in circles around the Barbary on a Friday night, blasting this song:

I was disappointed to discover that “Good Clothes” doesn’t have a real video.  Now I’m planning on making one of my own:  pretty much the standard 80s teen movie “shopping montage” with me and my lady friends trying on sick (yet affordable) outfits at Forever 21.  And not at the one in the Cherry Hill Mall, either.  We’re going to fly out to Portland to film at the Lloyd Center F21.  It’s adjacent to the ice-skating rink (where Tonya Harding trained), so you know it’s extra classy.