Mime Shirt with Snookie Hair. I love that as a title for some fine art. A still life, perhaps.
Today I saw a freshman with Snookie hair. And she was wearing a mime shirt. I've never been accused of being fashionably coiffed, even before that morning I combed my hair with a fork. But a little voice in my head is murmuring, "This has got to be some kind of fashion faux pas."