Trevor and I have decided it might be a little more entertaining for me to write on here too. I think that may mean he might post less dumb YouTube videos. He will instead have to step up his game to compete with the brilliance that is my everyday and every other day thoughts.
Ladies love Trevor. They are usually 19 and have developed their fashion sense by observing photos on Cobrasnake from the uber-hip fashion nightmare known as Tuesdays at Cinespace. This phenomenon peaked at SXSW. My friend Kurt found it fascinating. He and Trevor discussed it at length. They realized they looked exactly alike. They are both dudes, they both wear t-shirts, they are both black. Kurt tried making the rounds with me as his wingman. We had Kurt act sort of shy and pretend he is a DJ, and not some rapper. We targeted girls wearing glasses with no lenses. We looked for ones struggling to keep wearing their Dim Mak dinosaur print hoodie even through it was 100 degrees. We sought out girls with boys’ underwear on their heads and socks over their shoes praying that it could make them the next Cory Kennedy. We targeted girls that Trevor had already tried to hide in the bathroom from. We had almost given up. We were sitting in the back in the Nylon office feeling defeated. Then some girl walking by stopped and said, “Wait, aren’t you in Plastic Little?†We both perked up. Trevor’s coaching seemed to be working. Everything seemed to be falling into place. Our evening was not a complete wash. Wait actually; thinking back it was definitely a dude.
Trevor (left), strangest dressed 19 year old ever grabbing her crotch (middle), poor Kurt (right)
