Before I got to New York for fashion Week, I had a lot of questions. Like, what season will they be showing? It seemed too late for fall, and I've never heard of a winter fashion line, so I guessed spring. But I was hoping for summer, since that would mean bikinis. And maybe monokinis, which I have a fashion preference for. It turned out I didn't know a whole lot of things. Like that fashion shows are the most serious events in the entire world. Nobody in the audience smiles or talks; the models look like they're on the Bataan death march; and people slowly, lifelessly clap at the end. I've been to political panels, criminal trials, locker rooms of playoff losers, graduate English classes and the Ron Paul convention, and I've never seen people take themselves quite this seriously.
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