The Washington Post, that venerable, fearless member of the Fourth Estate that broke Watergate, thought it would be fun to take a couple "punk rockers" (the reporter's words, I swear) shopping at John Varvatos, a tony, retardedly pricy clothing store that will soon open shop at the "hallowed birthplace of American punk rock," aka CBGB.

"...we recently invited a couple of punk rockers to another Varvatos store, in SoHo, where they were asked to muse aloud about the club and Manhattan and punk, all the while pawing through the merchandise and dealing with sticker shock," the Post writes.
I understand that it's hard to fill a newspaper every day (especially those pesky "lifestyle" C sections). But really, was this, uh, creative exercise in feature writing really necessary? Apparently, even your mom and dad should know all about the punk rock and the gentrification of the Lower East Side. Read it here. Or let me sum it up for you:
A) Punk rockers wear thrift store clothes.
B) The bathrooms at CBGB were friggin nasty.
C) Punk and fashion go together like PB & J on Wonder bread. Just look at the Sex Pistols.
D) John Varvatos isn't punk rock, but he likes putting instruments on the walls of his store.
E) Johnny Rosado and Spencer Kray (both of the Krays) didn't buy anything on their jaunt to
Varvatos' SoHo store.
F) The Washington Post is so not punk as fuck.