I suppose I knew it would be taking a step backwards on the progressive scale to move to Florida. I just never imagined I would have such an averse reaction.
During a film shoot for an industrial this past week, the director called me and asked me to bring in a few clothing options for the studio work. I asked if he preferred specific colors and he said no, only that it shouldn't be something that people would look back on in 5 years and find to be dated. He further explained that several folks had requested they wear Ed Hardy t-shirts on set.
Ed Hardy t-shirts.
He was worried that people would find the shirts to be dated in five years.
Now, I'm by no means pretentious about clothing. If I could afford BCBG or a shopping spree at Nordstroms, I'm sure I'd be tempted. However, most of the items in my closet are from Target, Old Navy, and the Anne Taylor Outlet store. So to hear that this many people were concerned about being able to wear Ed Hardy t-shirts on the set made me somewhat physically ill. I remember 3 years ago when Sara Ramirez wore Ed Hardy shirts underneath her scrubs on Grey's Anatomy. Soon after, I saw these shirts in a store and told David I thought they were cool. He made a face and said, "Eeh. They're kind of douchey." THREE YEARS AGO.
And here I am, sitting amongst the Ed Hardy-loving actors in Jacksonville thinking to myself, this is it. This is how I'm going to die.
No, that's not true. I was actually thinking this might be a really good thing: I will always be able to spot the people in a crowd who I do NOT want to hang out with. I'll never have to waste time with small talk involving the neon they've recently attached to their rims or how loaded they got the other night at River City. I can simply spot the Ed Hardy t-shirt and move on with my day.
So in conclusion, I never ever want to be friends with Jon Gossselin.