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I don't hate taxi drivers.
I don't hate anybody.
The world is far too confusing a place to hate anybody.
I don't even hate that clown at the bank who tells me I can't cash my check for 10 days.
Or that jerk at the supermarket.
Or those idiots on the subway.
Or these geniuses who broke up the phone company.
Or trendsetters.
I don't hate trendsetters.
People who tell us what is "hot" and what is "not."
[Don't tell me what to do!]
I don't hate them.
I don't hate trendsetters.
[Don't tell me what to do!]
I'm not wearing bellbottoms.
I am not wearing them again!
I don't care if the Prince of Morocco is wearing them.
I know he doesn't have to live here. I do.
I don't hate trendsetters.
Or debutantes!
I don't hate debutantes!
I don't hate young, rich, white, female debutantes!
I don't even care about debutantes.
They spend $1,000 on their hair.
So what? They're debutantes.
They're wearing priceless diamond tiaras.
So what? They're debutantes!
They have opinions on world hunger.
Who cares? They're debutantes!
They're having a coming-out party?
They're coming out of a Rolls Royce.
What does this have to do with LIFE as we know it!? **
I don't hate debutantes!
I don't hate anybody.
I'm not a hate-monger.
I'm more of a ... hate-stylist, if you will.
Thank you very much!
