Finally, ‘black is the new black’, after Women’s Wear Daily and every other fashion rag or “news source” has claimed everything from Pink is the New Black, to Color Is the New Black, to Green is the New Black, to Obama is the New Black. We even had “Bitch is the New Black” to quote Tina Fey, from Saturday Night Live referring to Hillary Clinton. Why can’t black just be and stay black? Why must colors or things try to usurp it’s power every season? Can’t we all just get along? I have been a fan of black for more years that I care to name. As a fat kid, you learn early on that black is your only hope. The salespeople at the “Husky Shops” will drum this into your head. I don’t need a fashion editor to tell me what is the new black or otherwise. Last week WWD did a piece on how black “is quickly leaving its underground roots and going mainstream, propelling Rick Owens’ signature vision into a global phenomenon”. Excuse me? Do you think only downtown hipsters wear black? What planet do you live on? Granted, it would be nice to see less khaki bottoms and sherbet colored tops hanging around the many rounds in retail shops, but please let’s not give Rick Owens the credit for discovering black. It really is an insult to fat people everywhere. Black has been fierce for centuries, millenniums even. I don’t need some Johnny Come-Not-So-Lately designer to tell me this. And surely some stringer at Conde Nast cannot lay claim to this revelation. Why am I so incensed? Not sure. But you can check on my wardrobe anytime, plenty of black, no Rick Owens.