I love marathons. Specifically, television marathons. More specifically, trashy television marathons. (Are there "classy" tv marathons? Mmm, things to think about.) Anyway, I've been watching "What Not to Wear" for about 20 hours now, even though I will suffer the pains of regret for not doing thesis revisions, but I'm finding it hard to care because I love me some Clinton and Stacy.