Skinner, My Love

Besides the action going on in London, highlighted by the YABBA DABBA DO-ing with Jeremy Scott and a morning wake-up with a studly and shirtless Illario, this week's episode was quite Skinner-centric, which is second best only to those focused on my own GLAMGOTHGRUNGE amazingness.

Not like this is news to any of you guys, but I'd like to start off by confessing my absolute and undying love and admiration to the one, the only, Stefanie Michelle Skinner. Not only does she always seem to suck it up and get all of her work done by the end of the day, even if that means extending her hours to catch up on the work of employees who have passed away (and out of our homey little office on Grand St.), but she also holds her own when being attacked by certain members of the senior staff. Although watching my sweet, sweet Skinns break down at her desk as Emily hounds her for some of her many reports that she's been vigorously working on may seem heart-wrenching to watch, imagine how brutal it was for me sitting across the table from my guardian angel as she welled up with tears? I'd easily be the first person to stand up and say that Stefanie Skinner has taught me how to survive in the People's Revolution office, but I'm happy to be the person who is now here to tell her enough is enough. No more late nights, no more working until midnight in between fashion weeks, NO MORE! I have started a new revolution, in the Revolution, and from this day forward we will all have lives outside of our office and will no longer be ruled by our obligations at 62 Grand St. A-Men to that! Skinner, I know you're with me, because we all know you can't split a pack of Oreos.

GLAMGOTHGRUNGE,

Andrew