Stay Classy, Criss
Spotted today at the B-burg Walgreen’s among the impulse purchases by the register. I’m at a loss for words, only because I don’t know where to begin. The sexyface look, smoldering out from within a wreath of neon-green price tags? The assured abuse of the word “platinum”? I’m almost curious to see what the playthings are inside, but I’ve seen his show. Self-absorbed melodrama cast in bits of shiny plastic, I’m guessing.
I’ve said it before, and it just keeps getting ever more true: Hot Topic did way, way more to yank the fangs out of dark rock than the PMRC ever did.
























