Kick Ass Bitches, Ketchup, Boys, and Halloween

So… the workouts and dieting are going well. I feel better, and it helps to know that I can do what I put my mind to. If anything, I think how you look to yourself really is about your state of mind. I took a complete “me” day today… and I plan on taking another one tomorrow and Monday (day off bitches!) Today I’ve worked out, watched movies, just relaxed and now I’m blogging!

First of all, I’m watching Law and Order, SVU, and I absolutely love Olivia Benson. I know that’s not her real name but it’s more fun. I saw her E! True Hollywood Story and it made me like her even more. While I have no issue with the celebutards, it’s refreshing to see someone who is beautiful, talented, and down to earth be successful. On that note, I am sick of everyone picking on Rachel Zoe. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I love her show. Ok well maybe a little bit. But honestly – she has wrinkles, she’s thin. So what? She’s not in her 20s! The woman has built a successful brand, and it’s sad that people in the media tear her down. It can be expected from Perez Hilton, afterall it’s easy to hide behind a computer and make fun of everyone else. But I don’t understand it coming from intelligent females. Shouldn’t we support the idea of successful business women?

So I haven’t talked to Steven since I sent him a dumb and pointless late night text. I’m not over it all, but I realize I need to be. Even in the absolute best case scenario, it’s not something I want in the long run at all. I just got a taste of good chemistry again and it’s hard to let it go I guess. I heard from Dick 3 times over the past week. First I was emailing with him to be polite on his birthday, and mentioned that I had a sick family member. He expressed concern, and then in record time got back to talking about himself. He then texted and emailed me 2 notes later in the week, completely disrespectful and self-absorbed, as always. Then he called this morning. It’s amazing how much I don’t even care about talking to him. I feel so over it. And I’m so grateful for that… and i guess instead of obsessing over how much I want to be with someone else, I should appreciate the fact that I finally have what I wanted for so long – freedom from all of that shit. I want so much more than he could ever offer, it’s funny how once you’re in love nothing else seems to matter. It’s a kind of a blessing and a curse at the same time.

I’d like to think maybe it’s made me all a little wiser but that’s probably naive. I do know that I want to meet someone cool. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, but I miss having someone to hang out with, see movies, walk around the city, have random bar crawls, fuck during the day, etc. It’s the companionship that I miss the most… that and the fact that you can hook up whenever you want. That makes me sound slutty I guess but whatever… if you read my blog I’m sure that’s not the first time I’ve sounded like that! I wonder if you can find it in New York. Everyone here just seems so self-important, so intense, so full of themselves. Where are the funny guys who are normal? And by normal I mean not available during the day. Not in a band. Not a bartender. Not an actor (or director.) Not an artist. He doesn’t even have to be that nice. Doesn’t have to be perfect looking. I just need to think you’re hot and funny. That’s it. Am I reaching for the stars?

Onto Halloween! So I have a couple costumes in mind. But I’m totally bummed out because I just got invited to an amazing party on Thursday, which is the night I got concert tickets for me and Brandon for his birthday. I’m trying to find someone to switch with me, since the band is playing Friday night too in Brooklyn. If I can’t I’m going to be so bummed out! I’m pretty sure I’m going to dress up as Barbie, but that’s only if I can find the perfect pink, ridiculously poufy and glittery dress. I can’t wait!

Lydia Hearst vs. Paris (no last name needed): Try As You Might, You Just Can’t Keep a Bad Girl Down

So let me start by saying the shining beacon of light on my sad, depressing Sunday without Dick, is my New York Post. It’s my Sunday tradition, and the only paper I really read besides Womens Wear Daily. The Times is full of too much liberal propoganda, Daily News is just dull, and the Post has Page Six. Better yet, Page Six Magazine! Which thank God comes out every week. I hardly ever have time to read magazines but I think this is one of the best written. The articles are so interesting, and very different from others that I read. With the exception of “The Hearst Chronicles,” written by “socialite/model/heiress” Lydia Hearst.

Now I know I promised in my last post about Victoria Beckham that I wouldn’t get political, but I honestly can’t help myself. I haven’t met Lydia, so I have no idea what she’s actually like as a person. But anyone who would write a column like this, in all seriousness, has got to be kidding. I usually just skip over it, but while Dick was watching golf today, I decided to read. There is a photo of her in some lacy red lingerie, with a quote, “You may have seen my new campaign for British lingerie company Myla, which has spawned a bit of mudslinging on the Internet about how I’m Paris Hilton. (Remember: i am a supermodel and I have the award to prove it, and she is a celebrity. There’s no comparison.)

There is no comparison, that’s one correct statement. Lydia, you are not a supermodel. Lord only knows what “award” you think validates the fact that you’re referring to yourself in the company of Naomi Campbell, Kate Moss, and Gisele Bundchen. Supermodels are models that people have actually heard of, models that are well known and internationally recognized. Not models that have to dress in lingerie to get attention. They’ve both modeled for Heatherette, been on European Vogue covers, designed hideous handbags, experimented in journalism, dabbled in acting, and whored around town. In fact, you might say Paris has come out on top in all those categories.

She’s modeled in more campaigns, even for her own brands of perfume, handbags, and jewelery.

She’s designed more handbags, and although quite tacky, just as bad as the Puma bags Lydia designed.

She’s actually written a book or two, rather than a weekly column.

She’s been in several movies, rather than a 2 minute clip on Gossip Girl (being another Chuck Bass victim – and let’s face it, he’ll fuck anyone).

I’m aware Paris is hardly a role-model, and certainly not someone who needs defending. But the only thing more pathetic than acting like Paris, is dropping Paris’s name for publicity.

Victoria Beckham: Major (Even When Allure Magazine Exhibits Trashy Journalism)

Now I know it is not up to me to jump to Victoria Beckham’s defense. But I was very excited to get my issue of Allure with one of my favorite fashion icons on the cover. Now personally, I have never met Victoria. However from all that I’ve heard from friends and interviews alike, I think she is quite misrepresented. Above all, I believe she is a dedicated wife, mother, and designer, along with being a great source of style inspiration. And she is hillarious! For anyone that hasn’t seen her “Coming to America” special, I highly recommend it. If not for Victoria, then for the “socialites” in Los Angeles. Socialites… yet another thing New York does better.

While all of this is just my opinion and probably irrelevant to most of you, I was shocked by Allure’s interview with Ms. Beckham. It may seem very ironic that I am calling out a reporter’s “ethics” or code of journalism, when I blog about blowjobs and making out with rock stars. But I want to take out a few lines dedicated to David DeNicolo’s questions:

DD: What do you weigh?

VB: That’s a bit personal. What’s your weight? I’m not going to ask you that. [Mr. DeNicolo notes that he told her twice.] I’m not going to tell you. I don’t want everyone knowing what my weight is.

DD: How do you feel about fat people? Is there an ick factor?

VB: That is an awful question. People have to be healthy. Some people can’t help being thin, some people can’t help being fat. People can’t help the way they look. I don’t like it when people are mean about me, so I’m not going to be mean about anyone else.

First of all, Mr. DeNicolo, a man telling a woman what he weighs is quite different from a woman being asked that question by a man. It is never appropriate to ask a woman that question, whether she is a celebrity or not. This question is not only completely uninteresting, it has nothing to do with what Allure claims to report on, fashion and beauty.

Furthermore, asking how she feels about fat people? Is this a serious question? How about how she feels about sleazy reporters? I’m sure there’s much more to say about that topic. This interview was completely disappointing and in my opinion, embarassing for Allure and Mr. DeNicolo. It’s unfortunate that the interview did not live up to the quality of the beautiful photographs by Michael Thompson. It pales in comparison to the wonderful story done by Elle a few months ago.

Apologies if this seems too dramatic and I promise this is as close as I will come to writing about politics. But in my narrow world of fashion, makeup, sex, rock and roll, and pop culture – this is offensive to me. Perez Hilton may draw alien antenna and coke noses, but even he doesn’t stoop to this level.