The Gabor sisters; Magda, Zsa Zsa, Eva and their mother Jolie circa 1958, and below, the Kardashians last night in Las Vegas.
Ten, nine, eight…
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The Kardashianification of speech among young women was analyzed on the “Today” show today.
Linguistics experts are unsure what the long-term effects will be… but in the short-term, it will be annoying.
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As seen today in Hollywood.
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Oh jeeze, here we go again.
This not hot mess was sent down the runway during the Casa Blanca show at Charles Voegele Fashion Days in Zurich on Wednesday.
One should never wear a jacket and tie with shorts unless one is the 3-year-old ring bearer at a Kardashian wedding. And one should never wear yellow shorts and a pink shirt, unless one is a waiter at Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville Restaurant in Orlando.
In related news, a fourth gay bashing occurred Monday in West Hollywood, the fourth in as many weeks. Be careful out there.
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That’s the scene of the Indy300 crash in Las Vegas that killed driver Dan Wheldon… his car is on the far left, just becoming airborne.
Is it some mystery to people that driving tiny cars with open wheels at speeds over 200mph around a misshapen track is going to perhaps be a little tricky?
All this “shock” about the crash… “stunned observers.” I mean, what the hell did they think was going to happen?
It escapes me why any of this racing is entertaining to people. Cars zooming around and around a track. Wow. Scintillating.
I don’t even like driving on the Hollywood Freeway, let alone around a track at 200.
These people CHOOSE to do this. What the hell for?
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When an annoying catchphrase gets its own kitteh meme, it’s time for me to rip on it.
And so I find myself today in the unenviable conundrum of having to disabuse people of the notion of using the horrid, pseudo-philosophical “It is what it is,” a bit of non-conversational drivel that has become the “go to” answer of competitors, executives, lowly office workers and wannabe urban Lamas who can’t think of anything better to say, but hope to sound like they’ve undergone some type of enlightened group training… perhaps for clowns.
It seems that folks are saying “It is what it is” as a kind of lackadaisical shrug; an acknowledgment that they can’t or won’t do anything because there’s nothing to be done. One just has to take it, or follow orders, or give up. It’s the reverse of the 1970s mantra “Question Authority,” from an era when asking questions and striving for change was considered part of one’s responsibility to society and country. John Kennedy’s call to “Ask not…” has become simply, “Don’t ask.”
One isn’t being Zen-like by saying “It is what it is,” one is being lemming-like, marching into the murky acceptance of things the way they are, abandoning any hope of real change, improvement or, heaven forbid, problem solving. This mindset is perhaps being fueled by the economy, and nobody wanting to speak up for fear they’ll be canned. It’s downright un-American. Would Jimmy Stewart have said “It Is What It Is” to the people of Bedford Falls? No, he told old Potter to stick it.
This isn’t to say that there aren’t things that one must accept in life, and there is a time to know what’s important to fight for and what isn’t. But when everything becomes a shrug and a wink, then the next thing you know, they’re at your door asking if you’d like to take a train ride someplace nice… like Buchenwald.
Yeah, I always come back to the Holocaust. I am what I am.
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First, let me say, nice bathing suit, Kris.
Kim Kardashian’s wedding is finally over. Now the real hype can begin as E! rolls out the promo for the October broadcast. I can’t help but think that this vapidity is one of the reasons America is hated around the world. Yes, that’s right. I blame the Kardashians, in part, for crazed Jihadis who blow themselves up, although after hearing that Kim and Co. will earn nearly $18 million from the wedding, I’m tempted to blow myself up.
Too bad Kim’s father didn’t live to see her get married — he’s busy burning in hell for his part in O.J. Simpson’s defense. I’ll take this opportunity to once again remind that Bob Kardashian was the last person seen with OJ’s suitcase the day after the murders of Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman — and it was never seen again. Some say it held OJ’s bloody clothes, which were never found.
Bob Kardashian then renewed his license to practice law, so he was then legally unable to testify against his client. He died in 2003 of esophageal cancer.
But despite my disgust, I wish the newlyweds all the happiness of the Simpsons.
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Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, attempts to comfort a child, who like me, is screaming over this damned dot dress that will not die.
The Duchess was seen once again in this Seussian monstrosity while at The Queen’s Award for Voluntary Service event in Birmingham today.
Cam wore the same getup just last month at Wimbledon…
And here are the other recent sightings…
She wore it to the Flower show last July 28 (above), and just five days prior to that at the West Wiltshire show (below).
and last June 22…
and in April before that…
Please, please write to Betty Deuce and beg her to stop Camilla from wearing this outfit. Think of England!
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ty Brian P.
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Hooray, it’s summer today. There are so many baseball games not to watch, so many outdoor activities to avoid.
Don’t get me wrong — I like the heat. It makes me appreciate central air-conditioning. As an avid indoorsman, summer is the ideal time for catching up on those tasks I’ve put off all winter… now I have the time to make lists of them for my fall schedule.
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Kim Kardashian as seen at her new fragrance launch in London, and Andy Warhol’s “Cow.”
One’s a cow.
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