I'm obsessed with bad design:

Every few years the fad for clothing with bold graphic elements resurfaces, and inevitably in every crop some brands will seize the opportunity to splatter their names across the fabric in enormous type and have the chutzpah to call it "design".  But lately I've noticed the stakes have been raised by something called "Ed Hardy by Christian Audigier", which co-opts the anti-social tattoo imagery of parolees/bikers and commercializes it in a such a shamelessly crass manner that it demands not one but two ridiculous names associated with it.  The only thing that keeps me from shrieking in despair toward the heavens is the slight amusement derived from seeing meatheads who four years ago would probably shun anything froggish now strutting around with a totally Frenchy name slathered across their chest/beer gut.  I blame the girlfriends.