I have a dream. No, it’s not even close to being as important as Dr. King’s dream, but it’s my dream nonetheless. I want to walk the red carpet at one of the big Hollywood award shows, like the Grammys, or the Oscars, or maybe even the Academy Awards.
Do I want to do this to be around celebrities? While it would probably be cool to meet a few of them, the answer is ‘no’.
Do I care at all about fashion? Hell no. Fashion, to me, is the stupidest waste of time on the planet. If someone looks good, they’re going to look good no matter what they’re wearing (unless it’s one of those Gaga-like monstrosities). In fact, most women would probably look better in no clothing at all….Or maybe that’s my ‘thinking like a guy’ showing.
Fashion, however, is at the heart of my dream. I want to walk the red carpet one time because they always ask everyone the same question: Who are you wearing? I want to walk the red carpet so I’ll be asked that question one time.
That way, when asked, I can look at the interviewer and answer, “I’m not wearing anyone right now, but, hopefully, when I get home, I’ll be wearing my wife.”