There's no accounting for bad taste.
Or good.
Tasteful is in the eye of the beholder.
One eye, one standard.
Benchmarks.
Enthralled to a network.
What about the patent white stiletto?
Derided as silly girly abominations.
Now on the feet of the uber fashionable scenesters.
Or shabby chic Tiffany lamps?
So long coveted by elegant brown house Bostonian's now ten a penny in Dixons.
There's no accounting for taste. Because there is no account for it.
It's free.
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