This is the story of a little girl who went to Paris.
And then quickly spun around and went home when Paris kicked her out.
We're exhausted. You guys rip it.
Seriously, what else is there to say? Her auf'ing was a little harsh (Catherine Malandrino - ouch! Claws in, FiFi!) but this was long overdue. She can sew the hell out of something and she definitely has an aesthetic but we (in PR parlance) "question her taste level."
Oh who are we kidding? We don't question it at all. She has terrible taste. And what's more, she is obsessed with her area. It's all very "Everybody Poops" or "Girls have a bagina!"
We get it, Angela.
It's an ass. Congratulations. We've all got one.
Still, we have to say she conducted herself reasonably well against Peanut's increasingly disturbing anger and we're not such cold bitches that we didn't feel a little ping of sympathy at the callousness of her auf'ing. But, that's fashion. Harsh, but fabulous. You bust your hump churning out garment after garment trying to impress the People That Matter and just when you think you might have a shot, some Eurotrash bitch calls you tacky and your ass is back off the grid.
There's a lesson in there for all of us.