Poncho? Just say no.

Stewart smiles as she holds up the much publicized poncho she wore when she left prison during a speech to an audience of her employees and the media on her first day back at work since leaving prison.

I don't usually comment on fashion, especially since I'm such a high-fashion plate myself. Jeans and a t-shirt are my preferred wear.

But a few months ago, I saw women wearing ponchos here and there - a light smattering. I asked Mrs. Wiggy if ponchos were 'back' and she said yes.

Well.

Wiggy was a child of the late '60s and early '70s. Ponchos were ugly then, they're ugly now. It is like discovering the worst of every fashion trend that ever existed and wearing just that.

Don't bring back the poncho. Let it remain in the domain of vendors from Tiajuana, along with velvet Elvis paintings, dogs playing poker, and 3D Jesus portraits with eyes that follow you around the room.

Get it together, people. Get over this poncho thing. I don't want to have to say this again.

The next poncho I want to see will be worn by Clint Eastwood when I replay my Spaghetti Western movies.

Via Con Queso,

Wiggy