Oh, hi there. Lovely to meet you. I see you've found your way to my own little tale. The origin of how I came to be at Stateside Denims and how I came to be the guardian of a denim-clad harem of lovely ladies. I was in two minds about whether or not to commit this memoir to paper. But when I found Jean Therapy, I figured, why the hell not? If Linda can do it, so can I. I have to say, I was a little shocked when I stumbled...

What is it about a teenaged girl? No, not the ones who go around in vast painted sweeping herds. The hive mind where not a single one of them has an individual thought. The Clone Army, who all look the same, dress the same, talk the same, and listen to the same music. No, not those teenage girls. And not The Bad Girls either. The ones that travel in smaller packs, hunting the weak, humiliating the insecure, and generally...

'Let's go for a drink or two with Jay and his new girlfriend,' he said. 'It'll be fun,' he said. Famous...last...words. I shit you not. Against my better judgment, we did go out that night. And here I am, just a few weeks later, watching my boyfriend of three years pack the last of his things into his car and drive off without a backward glance. What led to this less-than-friendly breakup, you ask? Well, let me tell you a...