Showing posts with label Pippa Middleton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pippa Middleton. Show all posts

Monday, June 11, 2012

All I ever wanted was a pony...

Exciting, non-Waity news from the Royal family today.  The Queen's granddaughter, Zara Phillips, was selected for the British equestrian team.  

Get in, you cheeky girl!


Why do I love this news?  Let me count the ways:

1.  It's not about Waity.
2.  It's not about Prince Philip's health (this breaks my heart every time I think of the Queen alone).
3.  It's not about Waity upstaging the Queen at her own Jubilee celebration.
4.  It's not about Pippa 'The Bum" Middleton.
5.  It's not about Waity not being pregnant.  

But seriously, it's refreshing to see a member of the Royal family, especially one that often bucks tradition, go after something that she is passionate about.  And I admire her for not giving up her dreams after she got married (even though her husband is cute in that broken-nosed rugby player way).  And I love that she's just coming into her stride post-30.  There is hope for all of us "wrong-siders" yet!

What restraint I have, only three Waity references and two equestrian related puns!  And for that, I deserve a gold medal.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Fashion Fail of the Week

Seeing as how there’s no shortage of terrible fashion choices by many of today’s celebrities, it seems appropriate to introduce a new weekly (and by weekly, I mean, whenever we feel like it) feature: celebrity fashion fails.

And seeing as how we’re celebrating the inception of said feature, you lucky birds get two fashion fails this week! Hey, it’s Memorial Day Weekend. I’m feeling generous (and slightly inebriated).

First up…

The Duchess’s even more worthless sister, Pippa Middleton, at a friend’s wedding. 


On the topic of outrageous Middleton propaganda, here’s what the headline above these pictures read: Pippa Middleton shows off her impeccable taste at another big day. What exactly was impeccable about Ms. Middleton’s fashion taste? Perhaps the chopsticks in the hat or the traffic-cone orange of the dress? Or how about the elastic waistband around her middle (a practical choice if you’re planning to overindulge at the buffet table)? Or maybe it was the Lady Godiva chocolate box that she’s turned into a purse. A frugal choice, admittedly. I guess she has to recycle such things, seeing as how her parents are commoners.

What am I missing here? As far as I can tell all she’s got going for her is the media’s unconditional love--for her sister.

And, of course, what fashion fail list is complete without the world’s most inappropriate mom, Pamela Anderson. This woman is FORTY-FOUR and dresses like she’s twenty. The grossest part is that she really could be an attractive woman if she would just class it up a bit and dress a little more age-appropriately. The bleached-beyond-recognition hair and painted-on eyebrows are never good looks, but especially on a FORTY-FOUR year old mother of two. 


The reality is, she probably has an enviable figure, but this dress does nothing to highlight the positives and instead merely accentuates the negatives.

I think these two women illustrate perfectly what I’ve been saying for years: money can’t buy you class…or good taste. What it apparently can buy you, however, is the unadulterated love and admiration of the media.

Hmm, I think we’ve just solved the mystery of Kim Kardashian.