Fashion Week is coming and I'm not ready. But then again, I never am. I didn't diet for a month. I didn't go shopping. I did not purchase a shiny jacket emblazoned with my name or a pair of Mary Janes with sparkly ankle straps that cost over half my rent. I did not borrow a designer tulle skirt and matching ruffled top with sleeves so dramatically bell-like that Tommy Ton will rush to take my photo. I did not go to the salon or to the dermatologist, and I did not get botox or even a facial. I might get a pedicure, but that's just to be polite.