"Comeon Harajuku Girls" sign above Santa Monica crepes & the Burlesque shop on Takeshita Dori in Harajuku.
Tonight, I want you to forget all of your insecurities. I want you to reject anyone or anything that’s ever made you feel like you don’t belong or don’t fit in, or made you feel like you’re not good enough or pretty enough or thin enough or can’t sing well enough or dance well enough or write a song well enough or like you’ll never win a GRAMMY OR YOU’LL NEVER SELL OUT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN! YOU JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU’RE A GODDAMN SUPERSTAR, AND YOU WERE BORN THIS WAY
Vintage ‘Vogs just killin’ it.
A handy guide to some of the terrible things the Mail has printed since 1924.
This barely scratches the surface, though, I find it hard to believe they didn’t do anything terrible between 1956 and 1984.