What I Wore Would Be Hated By Mary Rambin

I'm Molly McAleer.

I started this tumblroonie after seeing What I Wore and Style, By Mary Rambin .

Let's face it: We all wear clothes, but we can't all give a shit about them... In my case, sometimes I do care, but my aesthetic is far from traditional, fashionable or mainstream. Let's put it this way: What I Wore would be hated By Mary Rambin.

My clothing is a combination of designer hand me downs from mom, vintage and secondhand pieces I've picked up around Boston and Los Angeles, mall crap and things I've stolen from ex-boyfriends. I don't believe in trying to match, looking "too busy" or showering more than five times a week.

I expect that some of you will relate to me, most of you will laugh at me and maybe a few of you will be inspired to stop caring about what you're supposed to wear and just wear whatever the fuck you feel like, but seriously: do with this whatever you please. We're all adults here.

Feel free to contact my uncoordinated ass: mollsshewrote@gmail.com

Mon May 26
“ The gravy at saddle ranch is unbelievable!!!

The Ramboner

I’m sure 99% of you out there don’t know what the Saddle Ranch is. It’s a disgusting place on the Sunset Strip where you may take a friend who’s in town from Tampa or something. It’s “Western themed”. You can ride a mechanical bull and drink $14 dollar rum and cokes. Unless you were previously on a Bunim/Murray reality TV show, there is nothing more humiliating than living in Los Angeles and actually going to the Saddle Ranch. In fact, the only thing more humiliating than eating at the Saddle Ranch may be previously being on a Bunim/Murray reality TV show.

I’m not saying this to be mean. I just think everyone needs to know that the exact opposite of “chic” is the Saddle Ranch. It’s actually the trashiest place in LA I can think of, and that includes Jumbo’s Clown Room (a topless bar/strip club hybrid).