Kanye West Still Dresses His Bride

It’s creepy that your husband lays out and approves your clothes at thirty-four, even if it does bring back childhood memories of hosting dad’s client friends. It’s International Women’s Day. Time to lay out some ground rules. Rule one, stop dressing me like a fuck toy. Show off my tits and ass, fine. But I don’t need to look like the mountain goat all the other goats hump because she’s got her hoof caught in the precipice. There is no rule two unless the temperatures rise in Paris. The French love the smell of an unwashed vagina more than most, but nobody exalts the scent of Yeezus musk cooked in hide.

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