Surprisingly enough, I discovered Leslie Hall; rapper, gem sweaterologist and self-proclaimed "cewebrity," in this month's W Magazine. Seems an odd fit for the size-16 art student from Iowa but the mag featured five photos of Leslie in five of her favourite sequin-studded sweaters, quoted her songs and even dubbed her an unlikely style icon.
Learn more about "the keeper of the gems," her music and her odd fashion sense on her web sites: http://www.lesliehall.com, http://www.leslieandthelys.com or on her myspace page.
oooh, aren't penguins cute? all of a sudden, penguins have been shaking a tailfeather of publicity, being whisked off to san diego for press appearences, being the subject of a whirlwind of feature films, books and documentaries.
gimme a break. penguins are so last year. march of the penguins was brilliant. let's leave it at that. dancing penguins? COME ON. they're like the paris hiltons of the animal world.
I'm not sure if it's the weather or just an all-consuming desire in Hollywood to look less like Paris Hilton but some well-known blondes have turned to the dark side. Lindsay flips back and forth between brown and blonde (although I wish she'd just go back to red) and then of course Ashlee Simpson had to ditch her platinum locks for something close to brown because post-surgery she falls somewhere between a Jessica and Mary-Kate Olsen look-alike. And in true celeb-style you can't look like anyone else.
But there are two new brunettes I didn't know about:
Case #1:
Unsurprising. Now that Miss Hilton seems to back in Nicole's bony good books, the two need to differentiate their skinny frames with different-coloured mops of hair.
Case #2:
Again, unsurprising. Now that MK has put on three pounds and isn't the dirty-looking bag lady she used to be, the twins must find another way to, well, differentiate their skinny frames.
Lilo has moved on from Rumer and is now smooching the less-offensive Hilton sister... I let the first incident slide but now my gaydar - or rather my "i seem to have fallen out of the spotlight, look at me, I'm a lesbian"-dar - is going wild.
Listen Miss Lohan, silly girls all over North America have been making out with other drunky misses for years now. Don't tell me you've never seen Girls Gone Wild. Tyra Banks even had a panel of straight ladies who enjoy girly action on her talk show. And they were pitted against some very femme lesbians (don't want to scare America with butches) and although they were pretty, those lesbians were mean. So watch your back, Lohan. We know you want your tabloid covers back but Reese and Britney got divorces and Kate and Tom are getting married so just save your publicity stunts for a slow "news" week, okay?
that's right, i said it. financial assholes are out. no more navy suits from stollery's to woo me away from veronica mars on tuesday nights. that's right. i'm all about the painter's jeans and t-shirts if it means someone who'll pay attention to me and bring me soup when i'm sick.
well, well, well. even though i am INCAPACITATED and s dawg hasn't done any posts about how great lesbians are for months, i suppose i will bear the burden of the blog and update.
i hate the common cold, it's a jerk. it's not stylish, it doesn't have any redeeming qualities such as population control and it makes me hack up unattractive substances.
I thought I'd take the opportunity on this fine Friday afternoon to express my love for the boy, uh *cough* ahem, I mean young man commonly known as Harry Potter's best friend Ron Weasley. Now that he's 18 and appearing in a new British film called Driving Lessons (yes, he plays a 17-year-old but hey, he's got good skin. Give the kid, I mean, man, a break!) I feel it's appropriate to declare that I am a fan.
I mean, he IS officially an adult now. And while he may be a tad awkward-looking (what with the recent bowl cut reminiscent of Tootie in the Facts of Life) he is pure dreamboat to me. Why that wretched Hermione hasn't jumped his bones yet is a mystery. So cheers to Rupert. Go see his movie and bask in his red-headed glow.
Okay. Robbie Williams. I am so disappointed. After Take That, you parlayed your laughable fame into a lucrative career as an edgy pop musician and made some pretty awesome videos. When you made that video where you strip down to your skeleton, that was awesome. When you did Sexed Up, I was impressed. It's on my ipod like, right now. I even learned the guitar chords and performed an acoustic version for Roger, my stuffed monkey.
Let's not even go into the awesomeness that was Swing When You're Winning. I mean, it became not even a guilty pleasure anymore. MY WAY is a muthaeffin classic and you DID IT JUSTICE.
Then you had to go and shame us all with Rudebox, which I hadn't subjected myself to until today.
WHAT THE EFF. It's like a Wannabe ripoff. You have heard of the Spice Girls, right? WHY ARE YOU COPYING THEM? No disrespect to them (V-dawg is a fan), but that was TWELVE years ago. That is neither "old school" nor with the times! NEITHER! What the hell are those green neon lights? Are you singlehandedly bringing back raves? No one wants raves back more than this council for the new skulls member right here. But this is ridiculous.
If i wasn't so upset, I'd feel sorry for you, parading around like a paraody of yourself, trying to be young. Regardless of your use of the word "fresh", you are NOT The Streets!!! It's like when my dad tries to listen to Edge 102 or whatever they're calling themselves these days. In a word, sad.
I'M SO MAD that I have to go listen to Timberlake, who, by the way, as your US boy-band-member-turned-edgy-pop-star counterpart is doing much, much better with Sexyback than this Rudebox bullshit. You carved a rat packesque niche for yourself and now you went and blew it. Me and Nicole K are disappointed. DISAPPOINTED.
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