(1) AUBREY O’DAY vs. (1) SWINTON
And here we are at last: Solange Knowles is at home, making hot pants out of banana leaves and crying angry tears about how she will prevail in 2010; Bai Ling is wondering if her attempts to dress less wackily are really worth it after all, as perhaps it’s better to be organically nutty than artificially dull; and SWINTON and Aubrey O’Day are full of nervous energy, waiting to learn their fate.
Could there be a more mismatched pair of women? SWINTON is a talented and legitimate artist with an unconventional and fascinating personal life (she has a 29 year old boyfriend, and they live with the sixty-something-year old father of her children). Aubrey O’Day is… not. Professionally, and visually, they could not be more diametrically opposed: SWINTON favors the avant-garde, high-end, unflattering-on-purpose (we think?), deconstructed, reconstructed, wearable-art thing. Aubrey has dyed her dog to match her outfits, many of which appear to have been constructed by the half-blind lovechild of a professional ballroom dancer and a figure skater who’s fallen on hard times. Half the time, neither is doing herself any real favors.
So who will take home the title? Whose fug has reigned supreme this year? Can a woman who has worn what is essentially toilet paper take the crown over one who has made a habit of donning $25,000 Hefty bags? Is it better to vote for someone who looks tacky and attention-hogging in a way so extreme and committed that it does deserve props — I mean, the girl actually accessorized her pet — or should you throw your weight behind someone who’s worn a hat that looks like a pet and has chosen to trot out frocks that are, honestly, not all that conventionally flattering on this particular planet, whilst also costing two arms and six legs each? There’s been much discussion in the comments (which have been awesome again this year) about whether or not winning this contest is a celebration or a censure, but I think that’s for you — the voters — to choose, and a question that we will answer again (and sometimes differently) every year. But enough of that yadda yadda yadda. None of you are here to READ. Take a look at our final, glorious two and then vote your heart one final time (or more, if you want to clear your cookies). See you in the comments section.
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@grubreport @thebestjasmine I always felt like they ruined Dean specifically in service of Jess, which is lazy writing for your love tri -H

Fug Madness 2009: We Have A Champion
Last night, as North Carolina laid a fairly brutal smackdown on poor Michigan State in the NCAA tournament final, our wee Fug Madness contest was providing all the drama that game sorely lacked: Aubrey O’Day had
leapt out to a large lead on Monday morning, but thanks to the hilarious and vociferous debates in the comments by some very impassioned voters, by midnight Pacific time Tilda
“SWINTON” Swinton had narrowed the gap so that Aubrey only had 51
percent of the vote. In fact, we went to sleep with the polls still open, not knowing for sure the identity
of our winner.
But we did, and do, know one thing: We love you guys.
Okay, so we did, and do, know TWO things, the second being: Laughably bad, awesomely bad, depressingly bad, shockingly bad… EVERY flavor of badness is the heart and soul of Go Fug Yourself, and both our finalists — revere them or loathe them — stepped in giant piles of Bad in 2008-09. There probably was no wrong answer, as evidenced by the tight vote.
There was, however, ultimately an answer. Ten game days and more than 1.3 million votes later, we have a Last Fugger Standing, and it is…
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