Empty Shell

And while we're on the subject of MTV reality shows where nothing ever happens and that is the whole point, might we discuss a one Ms. Olivia Palermo? We might. First and foremost, I have experienced OP in person and she is a very pretty lady. She has dynamite style and the kind of clothes hanger figure that can really pull off anything with a zipper and a yard of fabric, so kudos to her. But what is her problem? If I ran into Erin Kaplan somewheres, even if she was minding her own business at Starbucks and shot me one of those death stares, I would definitely seize the opportunity and ask her, point blank: WTF is up with Palermo? Is she for reals? Does she exist? Is she (pray to the heavens) just reading lines? And I would hope that EK would give me a straight answer, because I am mystified. I have come across a lot of shallow, pointless, soulless people in my life, but good god. She makes Paris Hilton look like Gloria Steinem.

Update

I was talking to a friend the other day about Justin Bobby, of "The Hills" fame, who I've clearly posted about before. But it's time for an update. Because, you see, this friend and I now agree that we would definitely sleep with Justin Bobby many times over if given the chance. He's the bad boy that rides in on his motorcycle and rescues you from your controling parents as your poodle skirt sways back and forth in the wind. The leader of the pack, if you will. He never says anything of any consequence, although he creates the illusion of consequence. If Justin Bobby and I were having a conversation about the state of our relationship, I would say, "Justin Bobby, where are things going? What do you want from me?" and he would say, "Jeanie, you've got to let life carry you, like a wind current. It's all up to the fates and every season brings a new discovery." And I would say nothing, because his turquoise blue eyes are spinning like little tops of hypnosis and is he really pulling off harem pants and army boots with no laces? Yes, yes he is.

Peoples Person

So I struggled over the the whole white Ray Bans conundrum for some time. I pretty much kept them in my drawer and gazed at them every once in a while. A few times I took them out and put them on and was immediately jarred by my appearance. I then decided that it wasn't necessarily the extreme coolness of the white Ray Ban, but moreso the borderline hokeyness of the subway map on the inside of the Ray Ban that didn't settle right with me. And white Ray Bans with black insides are nowhere to be found minus Ebay which gives me a brain cramp. And such. So then I went on a search for a solution, and low and behold I stumbled over the Oliver Peoples Daddy B style, seen above on Jay-Z and more recently seen on ME. I am not-so-secretly jumping up and down inside knowing that I own the same pair of sunglasses as Jay-Z, mind you, but regardless they are pretty darn amazing. I have always been a fan of Peoples shades because they somehow manage to look expensive and bad-a$$ minus the garish logo. So I am happy as a clam.

Twifright

I keep trying to come up with something interesting to say about the new Twilight movie, which I clearly saw 'this morning' at 12 a.m. and thus was pretty tired and cranky the entire time which is god's way of saying you're too old for Twilight. Not to mention, the theatre was maybe 800 degrees and I was sandwiched between my sister and a couple of 12-year-olds who were whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears so loudly that I almost felt as if I was the one being whispered to, which is disconcerting to say the least. So basically I have become the Old Man Jenkins of the Twilight scene who runs around the theatre waving his rake in the air. I have to say, I spent the entire time distracted by Kristen Stewart's wig. There was something alive about it, and yet clearly not alive. And then there was Robert Pattinson, who used to be dreamy, because all English boys are, but now is not, because he probably hangs out in rugby jerseys and boxers when he's not promoting a film and doesn't shower and drinks too much Guinness. And oh well, Taylor Lautner does not fancy the ladies! So-whether interesting, or not-that's my take.

Fierce

Forever 21, allow me to count the ways. This ring is ridic, for one. For two, it is $3.80. That's like $1.14 less than my daily venti soy latte at Starbucks and I can't even wear my latte to the club. Much like boys, sometimes fashion makes me smile. Other times, it makes me swoon. Swoon being the preferable option, of course. Well done.