Monthly Archives: June 2011
This comment tickled me to bits and I think it should be a watery highball post.
Real Life Guide to FASHUN BLAWGAR SPEAK
Remix=getting dressed, c’mon bitches, are you guys being serious?
Weekly Recap= I’m lazy as f**k to write a new post
Weekly Gratitude=time to show off how I maxed out my husband’s Visa by eating out/buying trendy useless item or begged for free shit and to circle jerk with some rando blogger that mentions my name
DIY=this is what I stole from a magazine/PBS show/Highlights magazine/Martha/1950′s homemaker book/some other blogger who stole it from some other blogger in Malawi
Husband/Boyfriend=the bitch that pays for everything, enabler, beta male, someone to withhold sex from if he doesn’t get you a $1,000 gift card to Anthropologie on your blog’s anniversary
C/O=I don’t even care if it’s a pack of hot dogs, if it’s free I’ll wear it like the whore that I am
Date Night=I need to wear a dress to feel speshul for my blog so I make this up as an excuse to force the man to take my pictures being overly demure/sexy and to force him to take stupid food pictures at the restaurant and as an excuse to order some fatty ass dessert.
Haters=I can’t handle the truth.
My Good Friend=some chick with a blog that I occasionally holler at on twitter and whiteknight for on occasion
Commenter Floppy, thank you for making my day. And thank all you lovely catladies for making me snortlaugh on the regular.
Jordan Reid, super popular and successful lifestyle blogger, is inviting her 207 readers to tell her what the hell to do with her blog:
Those of you who have been reading RG from the beginning may have noticed that there have been lots of changes over the past few months – for example, I introduced Style and Baby tabs, cut down a little on the out-and-about stuff (save for Weekend Snapshots and event coverage), and tried to step it up with the photography.
Style-wise, posts have, in general, gotten a little longer-form, and there are fewer of them on each page (to help with page-load speed). I’m always trying to keep making things better around here…so I have a question for you:
How can I give you more of what you like?
Specifically, I think my posts can be more or less divided into the following categories:
Personal Style/Outfit Posts
Accessible Decor (including “Get The Look” suggestions)
Personal Out-And-About Stuff (like Weekend Snapshots)
So…are there any categories that you wish were more prominently represented? Any that you don’t particularly like? Anything that I haven’t focused on so far that you’d really like to see on RG in the future?
How about some informative content focusing on one or two areas that she actually might be GOOD at? The reason this Shillshackle Sham shit isn’t working is because Jordan tries too hard to appeal to EVERYONE – style bloggers, homemakers, diy thrifters, girls in Iowa who like pics of NYC, mommy bloggers, future brides, women on a budget, women who like luxury goods. Enough already! She’s been at this internet fame chasing bullshit for 3 years now. She’s had countless profiles of herself and writing gigs on other blogs. She’s networked the ass out of herself going to events and trying to forge friendships with more successful bloggers. You’d think if she had anything to offer content wise, as opposed to just knowing people who can get her exposure, she would have gone somewhere with this idiotic hobby horse of hers by now.
Here’s some feedback, princess: use that million dollar education and get a job already. Stop trying to get famous for being skinny and blonde and living in NYC and do something useful with all that free time your privileged life affords you. Or just embrace your destiny and move to Hudson Valley, retire into upper middle class stay at home mommyhood, and stop trying to be a webutante already.
Cary Randolph Fuller, WASPy relative of Jefferson, is supposedly a “Fashion Editor for Ralph Lauren”. We all know her wonderful ability to ramble on incoherently about nothing. Now she steps it up with her latest attempt to sound like Harper Lee on LSD:
Recurring themes.Summer morning, somewhere in Suburbia, open the front door of a red brick bungalow, walk down a short flight of steps, bare feet. He’s waiting in the driveway, standing next to the car, watching. I don’t know where we are going. I think we are married but am not certain if we are happy or have resigned ourselves to a lifetime of almost.
Indian summer evening, or maybe late spring, the in-between seasons, the end of a long sloping lawn that overlooks the water. Barefoot again. Sometimes pregnant, sometimes just wearing a dress with a very full skirt, and the wind picks up the skirt and makes it billow around me. Holding a watery highball full of something cold and undefinable. Shade my eyes against the sun and trudge up the hill to the patio, perhaps to rejoin a party, and there are a lot of children running around. Maybe ten years from now. Long hair in a braid like it never really is.
Entrances, knowing glances, entire conversations exchanged with eye contact and not a single word, parties on flagstone terraces and in overcrowded living rooms or sometimes just two of us driving somewhere or working in the same house but in different rooms. Stillness, the smell of gardens after thunderstorms, sand in the sheets, skin, depression, the sound of taffeta skirts, that feeling of knowing that he has betrayed me and not letting him know that I know, the canopy created by leafy branches over a two-lane road, a Dutch door painted blue, books on the nightstand. Wake up at the same time in the middle of the night and reach out to make sure the other is still there.
Can someone please explain to me WHAT THE F*** THIS IS? Why does she try so hard to force this weird writing style? Why can’t she just write something straightforward, something with a point? This is like listening to a wristwatch so long it starts sounding like words. Does she just throw word magnets on her fridge and then copy down the result?
It’s not even 10 am and I already want a drink after trying to sort out this drivel. Stick to talking about how white and old family you are, sweets.
I’d just like to send out congratulations and hugs for everyone who can now be legally married in New York state:
Gov. Andrew Cuomo signed New York’s gay marriage bill into law late Friday, starting what is expected to be a crush of gay weddings starting in 30 days.
This is amazing news and hopefully ushers in a new era of true equality and acceptance for everyone who only wants to be free to love who they want. And feel free to invite me to your wedding.
In her ongoing effort to make us believe nothing has changed, Messica has been pulling on outfits from years ago. How do we know they are from years ago? Because she makes sure to tell us.
There are some dresses in my closet that get worn year after year and this is definitely one of them. It was actually what I wore in my first ever daily outfit photo four years ago!
Tuesday she crammed into the ill-fitting “chambray” dress, informing us that she’s worn it for the past three years. See, bitches! No weight gain! She can still fit in stuff she wore in Brooklyn! SIZE MEDIUM FOREVER!!!!
In other news, Messica is 5’9″ tall.
Jordan Reid, yeah sure nobody can tell you’re pregnant, has taken her shillposts to a sort of weird, sad new low. Her latest “sponsored post” is about the new movie “Monte Carlo”. That’s right, 30 year old Jordan Reid accepted $176 dollars to write a post about a cinematic vehicle for Selena Gomez.
Can we all agree that Selena Gomez is the cutest thing ever? Try as you might, the girl is just impossible not to like. And while I’ve never seen Gossip Girl (no, never…I know), I quite enjoy a little Leighton Meester fashion in my US Weekly, so there’s that.
You know what else is impossible not to like? Switcheroo ”teen finds his/herself in fantasy situation and ultimately discovers truth about who he/she really is” movies. Princess Diaries, 13 Going on 30, 18 Again (George Burns!)…all good. And Monte Carlo – Selena Gomez’s new movie, about an ordinary girl who gets mistaken for a heiress while on a fantasy trip to Paris with her best friends (that would be Leighton and Katie Cassidy) – is right in that teen-fantasy vein.
Sigh, it continues, but I can’t. You can read this embarrassment here. Honey, listen to mama Alice – GET A DAMN JOB. Have you really fallen so low that you are willing to shill out some shitty Disney movie to pay for your Forever 21 addiction? Aren’t you better than this? After two years of trying to make your blog happen aren’t you in a better position in your career than having to post crap like this? Come on.
Love Life Lace, constant vacationer, arrived somewhere within a 50 mile radius of D.C. last week. Obviously a week long move-cation across the country meant it was time to take a well deserved day off yesterday:
I’m off to enjoy some of the key elements: water, sand & sun. I’ll be back tomorrow with something fun.
You do you, gurl! Get your relaxation on! I know it’s tough living with mom and dad and listening to your Beta Male complain about job searching. After all, it’s been at least six weeks since you took a 5 day “vacay” to Vegas. No wonder you’re so stressed out!