There are no real words to express how I feel about, one of my favorite characters of all time, Margot Tenembaum. Of course, all of you by now should know, who this intriguing creature of secrets is. If not, may I suggest you rent The Royal Tenenbaum ASAP! Most of you might love her because of the way she dresses. Clad in a signature look of Lacoste tennis dress, penny loafer, that blunt, blonde bob and of course, that ever converted Fendi fur coat. Her look might have made you an semi- original at a Halloween party ( Of course you would be if you came dressed like Margot. While everyone else was dressed, as a whore). However, my love for her is beyond fur coats, Birkin bags and hair clips. I fell in love with her because, I can so relate to her personality (Well almost. I’ve never been in love with my adoptive brother). Like her I’m not very good with the feelings. I never had that emotional chip implanted in me. As a teen I spent most of my life in the bathtub. Listen to depressing music and chain smoking Newport’s (Sadly, there was no TV though). I’m mostly a very secretive person. Some secret are best kept to myself, I say. Sure, I still have my middle finger intact, for the occasional silent fuck you’s. But who need a middle finger. When you have a killing stare, covered in a shit load of eyeline. For that I will always be in love with Margot Tenenbaum.