Site: December 2009 Archives
So, remember that time I was talking about how old I feel and hating the matching baggage under my eyes? I'm feeling better now. And it's not because of the drugs.
I realized I cannot give all the credit for my boundless optimism to Zoloft. I really owe Brad Pitt, Tara Reid and Mischa Barton some appreciation as well. Viewing photos of them on the internets made me feel loads better about myself.
Here it is, y'all. My GUILTIEST PLEASURE. GO FUG YOURSELF.
I don't want you to think that I am one of those people who gets joy from other people's mistakes. I mean, I haven't even said anything about Tiger Woods- ever. And I do genuinely feel compassion regarding personal struggles that are made public. However....
Fashion is a whole different kind of joy/pain. Fashion is meant to be public. You got up this morning and put that on? Knowing there would be people photographing the ensemble? Oh yes, I am going to have an opinion. You see, I have an excuse for my wardrobe. I can't afford the amazing-ness of amazing-eth designers. You, Daniel Day Lewis, have some explaining to do.
If I'm having a really bad week, I look up Mischa Barton, Kate Moss or Tara Reid.
Looking at them, I contemplate all the drawbacks of fame.
Looking at Lady Gaga and The Queen, I contemplate late night conversations at the palace. Does the Queen, for example, overuse the "WTF?" slang?
But best, of all the Fugly content, are the fashion statements of the truly famous and over-hyped.
"MADDOX: I am a bad-ass.
BRAD: I am homeless.
ANGIE: I sell Ouija Boards and cigarette holders at a kiosk in the mall. "
Thanks to Heather & Jessica in Fugland, I feel very good indeed.