Per JcPenney, I'm going to say I'm totally fur free. I'm also against eating fish eggs, so no high-end caviar, and because I'm eco-conscious, I'll make a stand and not buy myself any more cars or use private jets. My social awareness score is skyrocketing.
"Ever since Anna Wintour adopted Adele as her new fashion protégée, we've been secretly fantasising about how their styling sessions might have gone. 'Go on, Anna - get a hot dog down you,' we'd mused Adele might have scoffed."
I clicked on the link to read the Adele article and it was annoying, to say the least. Jezebel spoils me into forgetting that some other publications really don't have the ingenuity to imagine women having conversations about anything BUT weight. I'd be more stabby, but it's St. Patrick's Day, and I'm giving myself and everyone else a little leeway....
hey look Peta! An animal rights organization doing something calmly and rationally. negotiating with a company that might make a difference on a large level. huh. betcha thought that couldn't be done.
In my mind, the blind item catfight went down between Tyra Banks and Naomi Campbell. Tyra heard Naomi was starting a new reality show called USA's New Super Tall Chick, and, feeling threatened, she tried to tear poor Naomi's extensions out using only her Magnum eye glare and pout. When that failed, she rolled up her sheer sleeves, unbuttoned her leather vest, pulled off her 6-inch wedge heels and went at it, old-school style. Naomi was almost down for the count when Karl Kaiserroll Lagerfeld looked past his chilled wine cooler and decided it was time to step in.
Gamely pulling the girls apart with a brute strength that seemed unmatched with his sleek, boyish figure, he intoned:
"Dear kerchief puppets, don't zoom about so, for the moon's pupils dilate every time a moddle cries harikari, and for true are your maudlin, Vicodin-laced puddingcups too delectable and drink-up-able for such hamburgler-esque hanky-panky. Also, every oompa-loompa in the ionosphere is invited up to my suite tonight. Ole!"
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I clicked on the link to read the Adele article and it was annoying, to say the least. Jezebel spoils me into forgetting that some other publications really don't have the ingenuity to imagine women having conversations about anything BUT weight. I'd be more stabby, but it's St. Patrick's Day, and I'm giving myself and everyone else a little leeway....
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i just tried this out at home, and my dog looked at me, got up and went to lie down somewhere else. I guess i need more practice.
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Yes! I always look pissy! I am not, I'm just neutral!
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Gamely pulling the girls apart with a brute strength that seemed unmatched with his sleek, boyish figure, he intoned:
"Dear kerchief puppets, don't zoom about so, for the moon's pupils dilate every time a moddle cries harikari, and for true are your maudlin, Vicodin-laced puddingcups too delectable and drink-up-able for such hamburgler-esque hanky-panky. Also, every oompa-loompa in the ionosphere is invited up to my suite tonight. Ole!"
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On the downside, maybe they should have picked someone with a less checkered past to pose with druggy eyes. Just sayin'.
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