Sunday, June 30, 2013

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, I found myself at an enchanted mall, clothes-shopping with a friend. (Isn’t everything in California enchanted, or is that just the medical marijuana talking?) As we moved from rack to rack, I happened to notice a mannequin above me, modeling some trendy, overly priced outfit.

And that’s when I saw them.

Nipples.

On the mannequin.

Maybe someone should turn down the a/c...

Maybe I’m missing something here. Could someone please explain to me why in the world mannequins need nipples? Who decided this was a good idea? I haven’t taken a poll or anything, but don’t most women go out of their way to avoid such a situation? Isn’t that why there’s no end to the amount of covers and petals and padded bras on the market? (Okay, so maybe padded bras serve a dual purpose.) I mean, I have friends who literally use band-aides to prevent this kind of embarrassment. So why on earth would someone decide that women want to see what a shirt looks like with their headlights showing?

It would be kind of funny if it wasn’t so gross.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

An Open Letter to Blue Ivy Carter

Dear Blue Ivy,

So... the day we all knew was coming is finally here.  And on father's day eve.  That's going to be one story that is never gonna get old, huh?  Oy.

We know what you're thinking.  It's going to be a long rest of your life being forced to be BFFs with little-name-yet-unannounced-baby-girl-Kimye.  It must be ringing in your ears "forever-ever-ever-ever".

On behalf of us here at ATG, we are truly sorry for you but there is a silver lining.

"But how is this possible?" you ask.  "I've been whining at Daddy J and Momma B for months!"

Well, Blue... we aren't particularly proud of this little life lesson.  In every girl's life you, on occasion, need a friend whose mere existance serves to make you feel better about yourself.  The at-least-I'm-not- her friend.  Our advice?  Let baby Klassy Kardashian-West be that friend.  It will be good for you.

Feeling a little down?  Don't worry.  Call up Klassy for an instant ego boost.  Let us examine the top five reasons:

Klassy's mom, hard at work.
1.  This is Klassy's mother.  A reality tv star- an oxymoron, no?  And her mother is two weeks away from being Weight Watchers/Jenny Craig/Slimfast/liposuction's newest paid celebrity endorser.  Kinda a far cry from your mother- a songstress, fashion designer, and spokes model.





A Google search of Kanye West Ridiculous Outfit broke the internet. 
2.  This is Klassy's father.  He has a messiah complex and refers to himself as Yeezus- aye Dios.  Not exactly the same as your father- a rapper, self-made man, co-owner of the Brooklyn Nets, and future sports agent.





Quick!  Kim and Kanye- start hawking a facial hair remover for babies.  Call it Klean-Up for Kidz!
3.  Her parents will sell her baby pictures to a tabloid for millions.  Your parents quietly released a few snaps via tumblr.





Not Klassy's Father.
4.  Both of little Klassy's parents have sex tapes.  We don't want to ruin your innocence but you know what happens in your diaper after too much apple juice?  In Aunty Kim's tape, she was the diaper.





Again, not Klassy's father.
5.  Your parents were married to each other at the time of your conception.  Klassy's mom was married to another man... no not the man in the sex tape.  A man she married to boost the ratings on her reality tv show... that last sentence is going to buy more than one shrink a Maybach.  

And just remember... at least Kim and Yeezus had a girl.   Because if it has been a boy, her low-rent, social climbing parents would have arranged a marriage faster than you could say dowry.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH WORSE.

Love,

The Girls at ATG

P.S.  We hear your parents pay $1 million a month for your nannies.  Call us.