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Last night I had a spiritual and sartorial revelation during dinner at a trendy restaurant with six women I barely knew. The night was billed as a “fabulous girls’ night out,” and was engineered by a two-bit Carrie Bradshaw type, a clothes whore with a closetful of designer clothes and the credit card debt to back it up. I assumed her friends were similarly inclined, and true enough, when I arrived at the table, they were all highlighted, accessorized, and Pilated to within an inch of their lives. I was prepared for this – I’d actually put on some makeup and thought through my outfit for once – so I was feeling pretty good about myself. Then I sat down, and everything changed.

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Last night I had a spiritual and sartorial revelation during dinner at a trendy restaurant with six women I barely knew. The night was billed as a “fabulous girls’ night out,” and was engineered by a two-bit Carrie Bradshaw type, a clothes whore with a closetful of designer clothes and the credit card debt to back it up. I assumed her friends were similarly inclined, and true enough, when I arrived at the table, they were all highlighted, accessorized, and Pilated to within an inch of their lives. I was prepared for this – I’d actually put on some makeup and thought through my outfit for once – so I was feeling pretty good about myself. Then I sat down, and everything changed.

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Last night I had a spiritual and sartorial revelation during dinner at a trendy restaurant with six women I barely knew. The night was billed as a “fabulous girls’ night out,” and was engineered by a two-bit Carrie Bradshaw type, a clothes whore with a closetful of designer clothes and the credit card debt to back it up. I assumed her friends were similarly inclined, and true enough, when I arrived at the table, they were all highlighted, accessorized, and Pilated to within an inch of their lives. I was prepared for this – I’d actually put on some makeup and thought through my outfit for once – so I was feeling pretty good about myself. Then I sat down, and everything changed.

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Last night I had a spiritual and sartorial revelation during dinner at a trendy restaurant with six women I barely knew. The night was billed as a “fabulous girls’ night out,” and was engineered by a two-bit Carrie Bradshaw type, a clothes whore with a closetful of designer clothes and the credit card debt to back it up. I assumed her friends were similarly inclined, and true enough, when I arrived at the table, they were all highlighted, accessorized, and Pilated to within an inch of their lives. I was prepared for this – I’d actually put on some makeup and thought through my outfit for once – so I was feeling pretty good about myself. Then I sat down, and everything changed.

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