I actually wasn’t going to do today’s feature on Perez Hilton on New Years Eve and the getup he wore but I’m forced to. I fear a David Gest as Liza Minelli moment may occur and my goal this holiday season is to not have to rake my own peepers out at some point. I will remain strong. I’ve taken medication.
It’s so not Elton John if that’s the look he was going for, and that’s really the only influence I can find for this monstrosity. This slap in the face of good taste. Elton John has a flare to him. A flamboyancy and a charm. Perez instead looks like Elton John raped Alice Cooper and then crapped him out nine months later. I would sensor the picture to the right, but Jack insists we leave it up. I suppose it makes a good warning label. Don’t dress this way. Maybe someone could tape it to his back like a kick me sign.
