I live vicariously through celebs that I love to hate. Paris Hilton and Britney Spears... need I say more? Although recently, I feel like the only person in the world with any kind of sympathy for them. Not enough sympathy to do my part in un-employing the razzi, though. I will still watch with prying eyes next time Brit stumbles in the door at whatever rehab spa she ends up in next (then stumbles out again the next day).
In my head, I think I am a fashionista, although I never have the inclination to actually dress like one. I like to laugh at people with bad hair, and I comfort myself with the fact that I never spend more than five minutes on my own hair, so obviously I'm not trying too hard. I think a little bit of sparkly never killed anyone but too much pleather probably has. Pointy toe shoes are hot, but pointy toe shoes with white skinny jeans and back-combed hair are not. I think the only people who should wear the 80's look are people who were not born yet the first time around.
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