Fugly Betty

Oh my god, this is killing me. No, really. It hurts my heart:

Chris Gorham, dude. White jeans, really? You look like a pool-side waiter in Palm Springs.

Here's the part where -- like in Entertainment Weekly, when they're about to talk about Time-Warner and they have to do that thing where they disclose that T-W owns EW -- I am obligated to note that I knew Chris Gorham in college and not only was he basically agreed by all the girls and gays to be the cutest boy we'd actually ever met, he was also really nice and funny and just all around delightful and I'm sure he is still all those things and that's why I just had the following argument with myself:

ME: I can't fug Chris Gorham! He's so nice and cute!

MYSELF: He's wearing white jeans.

I: COME ON. He's such a delight on Ugly Betty! That scene! With the Superman tee? LOVE HIM!

MYSELF: You love Kelly Clarkson, too. Never stopped you before.

ME: You are such a bitch, Myself. Don't you remember those halcyon college days, when he lived down the hall from you?

I: He was really nice! And cute! Let it go! Let the white jeans go!

MYSELF: WHITE JEANS ON A DUDE. Am I the only one here with any sort of devotion to editorial integrity?

ME: You're also the only one wearing cut-offs.

MYSELF: Bitch, it's like 110 outside!

ME: I'm just saying.

I: Girls, please. Can we just discuss this without it turning into some self-loathing internal catfight? We can all agree that white jeans on a dude are wrong, unless you're working in the service industry?

ME: I guess.

MYSELF: That was my WHOLE POINT.

I: And that, despite our personal feelings of warm fuzziness toward Chris Gorham, we can not let white jeans slide?

MYSELF: Um, YES! That's what I've been saying.

ME: I guess so. BUT I'M NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.