The Book of Alexa.
As revealed to me during a recent trip to the mall:
Whosoever shall wear those which are not shorts, nor a skirt, but the unholy marriage of the twain, they shall be cast down from their high place into a pit of fire.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I do so in shoes appropriate for the occasion, neither donning an Ugg in warmer climes nor wearing an espadrille unto the winter months. And remember that when Moses covered his feet in sandals, he did not also afflict them with socks.
Do not sculpt thy bangs so that thy hairs reach ever upwards unto the heavens, for to do so is Sin.
Verily I say unto you–unless thou art an actual pioneer, wear not the prairie dress, nor the prairie blouse, nor the unflattering skirt of daunting proportion. For there is only one God, and it is not Lucky Magazine.
For what purpose dost thou streak thy dark hair with brass as bright as the trumpets of Jericho? God clothed the lilies of the field all in one color, not laying upon them stripes in a manner unpleasing to the eye and suggesting loose virtue. Repent, Harlot! Cover thy head!
For God so loved the world he gave us his only son, who died for our sins, and also dies a little more each time he sees shoulder pads.
It is wicked to don a trouser fashioned from the skin of a calf, as the sight of it sears the eyes of all who look upon you. {And lo it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than it is to remove thyself from such trousers.}
A godly jean is one which does not restrict the midsection and by such restriction cause the flesh to rise up like a yeast-bread. Heed not the false prophecies of weightless celebutantes, but remember these words as I have spoken them to you.
Do not allow thy bosoms to descend unto Satan, but rather hoist them! Hoist them unto the Lord!
And Lo, it was decreed that leggings should make thy thighs appear as vast as the Kingdom of God, and so let no one wear these footless abominations, but rather go forth in Christ, and also in regular pants.


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Holy shit. I nearly squirted something out of my nose laughing, and I’m NOT EVEN DRINKING ANYTHING.
I’m going to think of this each and every time I visit the Wal-Mart in South Philly… if you’re lucky, you can catch five or more of these venial bastards on a single person.
This is killing me–I’m at work and I’ve already snorted loudly several times. I’m dying to laugh a lot more than that, but I fear having to show my colleagues what is so humerous.
Since some of them have, from time to time, suffered some of these deadly sins, that’s not an option.
THANK YOU! Resist the leggings. They will suck away your soul and leave you at the brutal mercies of PeeWee, his Playhouse, and all else vile and damnable from the ’80s.
I’m trying to tie the muffin-top reference into the thought of one loaf of bread feeding thousands, but I would only bring shame upon myself for even attempting.
If it’s not too much trouble, please feel free to provide the 10 Fashion Commandments as well.
Yea, verily!
And lead us not into temptation, but keep us from pleated-front trousers…
I’m disappointed in you Alexa. What happens to those wearing culottes? Gypsy skirts? I need to know - will the offenders be smitten (as in “smote”, not in love with)? I’m a big fan of smiting.
This causes me joy.
OH MY GOD, THE MINNESOTA MALL EXPERIENCE.
You will never see so many people who look like their parents were first cousins in your life.
I’ve got an awesome picture of a lady at a community festival that I took a few weeks ago. I’ll send it to you when I can.
How much do you charge for a make-over?
Yea freakin’ verily. Tell it, prophetess!
Amen, sister, amen, amen!
“For God so loved the world he gave us his only son, who died for our sins, and also dies a little more each time he sees shoulder pads.”
Sing it, sister. SING IT.
Am so glad to learn that I am not the only one wondering who let the 80s back into the building.
Amen!
This reminds me that I’ve meant to send spomething to you and Molly - I wonder when I’ll get around to that?
When does your church hold services?
But what about the gauchos? WHAT ABOUT THE GAUCHOS?
I worship at the altar of Alexa.
“Do not allow thy bosoms to descend unto Satan, but rather hoist them! Hoist them unto the Lord!”
Ave Alexa facetia plena!
BTW: I’m just catching up on your news. Congrats on the promotion!
Wow. I just found you. And I’m glad I did. You made my day. Absolutely hilarious. I admire people who can retain their sense of humor through all the IF ups and downs. Congrats on your job. Sorry about your negative and your period. I will try to read your back posts to catch up on your history.
I always thought women would make better prophets. Peter’s got nothing on you.
Can I get another amen?
That was some serious deliciousness right there, lady. You deserve a sacraficial lamb, or uh, a burnt offering. Maybe you’d prefer just some fancy smelling myrrh?
I could go on about how frieking hilarious that was, but it looks like that’s been about covered here. I’m just glad someone used the word ‘twain’. Especially when referring to the unholy marriage tragically resulting in the skort. Only one clothing bit makes me laugh harder on sight than the skort—stirrup pants.
(yeast-bread is awesome, too)
OMG so funny. Thank you SO much. I posted it on my blog and gave you due credit. And also linked to your blog. You rock!
I think I need a hardcover of the book of Alexa. Amazon? I’m willing to pay full price.
Alexa… on today… of all days… this post is truly manna from heaven… only you could make me laugh… and heartily at that.
HA-luh-lu-YAH!
Verily, you made me pee.
Like FQ - I have to admit this made me pee I giggled so much!
Dear Alexa,
I am working at HPB with Scott, and your blog gave me reason to laugh on this dreary day. Also, it’s my last day here, so I’m laughing on the inside.
Best,
Megan Fee
PS: Does the Mall experience translate to bookstores? I should think so.
And lo, there was great rejoicing among your readers! This is some funny stuff…
This is pretty much my favorite blog entry EVAR!
So hilarious.