Top 25 Photos of 2008 Saturday, Jan 3 2009 

Here are the 25 best, weirdest and funniest photos of 2008 — the ones that I think best represent the year.  God, this has been a cruisazy year.  Enjoy!

Arrival in Albuquerque, New Mexico!

I had a really difficult winter, mostly due to a rocky relationship, a bad breakup and being unable to shake a cold for two months.  My mom invited me to come to New Mexico with her and it was EXACTLY what I needed.  It was a time to heal.

I loved the color of this car.

Callie and I attempt to smile with our eyes, Tyra Banks-style, while at Ned Devine’s.

Lisa and I celebrate our Irish heritage in the form of Guinness, Jameson and Bailey’s on St. Paddy’s Day.

I quit my job of nearly two years!!  Here I am on my last day with my wonderful friends Jackie, Nadine, Esther and Michelle.

The weekend before I start my new job, I meet Josh.

This is the start of a crazy friendship and the first of our many, many adventures.

While out in Faneuil Hall, I befriend a bachelor party and end up jumping on their bus with them, partying till dawn.

In Las Vegas at Madame Tussaud’s, Lisa, Alexa and I give Hef a good time!

I then get stuck inside Frank Sinatra.

Ever sat in a guy in a wheelchair’s lap as he spins you around on the dance floor?  I now have.  This was also at Tryst.

This is probably my favorite picture of the year.  It’s definitely the funniest.  This is me and Lisa in Vegas at 7:00 AM after leaving Drai’s and walking back to TI while high-fiving random onlookers and yelling, “Vegas!” then going to play Blackjack for a few more hours.  This is around the time Lisa lay in the alley next to the IP.

Yeah…no explanation needed.

I spoon Beth (under the tarp) on the Esplanade in Boston on the Fourth of July.  It rained for part of the day.

Beth tries to help me discreetly change from shorts into pants on the Esplanade as Janelle looks on.  Yeah, we kind of failed at the “discreet” part.

If you’re napping, you might as well keep up the patriotism and the pimpin’.

This picture is so embarrassing.  I was convinced my hand was on his left outer thigh, NOT HIS RIGHT INNER THIGH.  I nearly died when I saw this — and Lisa, Beth and Janelle nearly died of laughter.  We met this guy at the Blackthorne in Southie and he went to our high school 15 years before us.

I reunite with my wonderful college roommate Kelly Anne at our friends Sean and Shannon‘s barbecue at their beautiful new house in Bridgeport.  (Sean and Shannon have since gotten engaged, which excites me to no end!)

The night before our shared birthday, I run into Hans at Mantra in Boston.  We’re smiling pretty big despite our disastrous weekend a week before.

Me and my lubly Sars on my birthday at 28 Degrees.

Me and my wonderful friends on my birthday.  These are some of the people most important to me: Kara, Carissa, Surina, Sars, Josh, Callie, Lisa and Beth.

I attend Barack Obama’s September rally in Manchester, New Hampshire — what an amazing experience!

I needed a popular, smart, topical and preferably political, yet not overdone (aka Sarah Palin), Halloween costume this year.  I fretted that I wouldn’t be able to find a good one — and then the PERFECT character swept into the news and into my life.  Ashley Todd.  One of my best costumes.

My first night in Buenos Aires and I’m getting licked!  Maxi unsuspectingly gets me when I was expecting a normal, smiling picture.  That’s a genuine expression of shock on my face.

Poor Louis…in Buenos Aires, food poisoning and parilla do not mix.

Carissa and I get borderline violent at Shabu Shabu Kaze in Chinatown.

Beth and I celebrate the arrival of 2009.

Advertisements

The Someecards Confessions Wednesday, Sep 10 2008 

I read about this on a blog somewhere — perhaps The Modern Gal’s?  Or not?

I love the site someecards.com.  These are the funniest ecards on the Web, and they’re stunning in their simplicity.

What I’m going to do is join in the game of choosing five confessions or cries for help that are true for me.

Here we go:

Every year, I go back and forth.  Tan?  Melanoma?  Tan?  Melanoma?

And I love that gradually darkening Jergens stuff…but it makes your skin smell weird.

As long as it’s not the GOP, just give me the chance.  Please.

This one goes out to my dear friend Josh Debauche.  I’m getting there, babe!  I’m getting there!

(Get your mind out of the gutter, Josh.)

I will do any job in the kitchen — ANYTHING — before I make a salad.  If it’s a salad bar, that’s one thing.  If I have to wash and dry and chop and arrange and save the extra pieces, I will not do it.  My whole family knows this.

There’s nothing like drinking a Calimocho on the patio at Toro on Tremont St.  Or a glass of sangria at Casa Romero in the Back Bay.  Or a lychee martini at the patio of Alibi at the Liberty Hotel.  Or a beer or strawberry daiquiri, overlooking the Pike at the Other Side Cafe.

I love city outdoorsiness, but that’s about where it ends.

I want to party with John Kerry! Wednesday, Jul 30 2008 

I saw this picture on Boston.com today and it was too good not to post:

From the Boston Globe:

TMZ.com posted a series of pics of Senator John Kerry yesterday with an eye-catching caption: “Electoral College Girls Gone Wild.” The website said the shots of Kerry and a troop of tipsy 20-somethings were taken at a Nantucket house party over the weekend. Not so, said the senator’s spokesman.

In an e-mail, David Wade had this to say: “The caption is completely erroneous and insulting and it should be immediately corrected.” Wade said Kerry and two friends dined at the Straight Wharf restaurant and were walking down the dock when a large group on a boat recognized the senator and asked if they could take a photo.

Said Wade: “The group came off the boat and onto the dock, took a photo with Sen. Kerry and his friends, and then Sen. Kerry and his two friends immediately walked away. End of story.”

I love it.

You all know I would have taken a partying picture with the senator, too!

Jesus Camp: Praying to Bush Wednesday, Jun 4 2008 

Here is a clip from the phenomenal documentary Jesus Camp.  The film is about an evangelical Christian community in the midwest and how the children are indoctrinated to a level that some consider borderline child abuse.

But they don’t always have the kids pray to God, Jesus or the Holy Spirit.

Sometimes they skip the deities and pray to George Bush.

Check it out:

It’s worth noting that after the movie came out that the people featured in the film, including Pastor Becky Fisher, Ted Haggard and children’s parents, were thrilled with the result.  They thought it depicted them exactly how they wanted to be portrayed.

It’s also worth noting that Ted Haggard used to be the gay-bashing pastor of one of the biggest megachurches in the U.S. and an advisor to President Bush.  Well, he was — until he admitted to receiving a “massage” from a male prostitute and underwent intensive therapy to “cure” his urges.  After completing treatment, his spokesperson declared him “now 100% heterosexual.”

But I digress.

I find this far more disturbing than anything we’ve seen in this election.

What the hell kind of GD animal is this? Wednesday, Apr 30 2008 

This was on I Can Has Cheezburger today.  Check it out:

Is it a rat?  A chinchilla?  A mongoose?

Who knows?!

Darth Vader for Pope! Wednesday, Apr 16 2008 

Which one’s scarier?  You decide.

One of my friends at work and I were talking about the Pope’s visit to the U.S. today, and he commented that the Pope kind of looked like the stereotypical image of an evil entity.

I told him he hadn’t seen anything yet.

I then went on a mad search for one of the funniest avatars I’ve seen on the internet — it was an animated GIF of the Pope turning into Darth Vader, at the point in the film when Hayden Christiansen first becomes deformed and he’s hiding under the cloak.

(Believe it or not, I’ve never seen any of the Star Wars movies because the first one scared me so much when I was little.  I was so afraid that Darth Vader was lurking in my bedroom that my dad had to comfort me for months.)

I searched and searched and couldn’t find it.

However, I found something even more amazing: the official petition nominating Darth Vader for Pope!

To:  The Roman Catholic Church

Dear the Roman Catholic Church
We understand that the creation of a new Pope is not usually a democratic process, however we feel that all options must be considered before you make such an important decision. That being the case we ask you to consider Darth Vader, dark lord of the Sith for the position. We feel he would make an excellent leader, would return Catholicism back to it’s roots, and would be instrumental in reconverting young people back to the faith. He would also be unlikely to molest small boys, which has got to be a plus in this modern world of ours. Remember those days when the Church commanded a fanatical cult following, and atrocities against other religions were committed with but a wave of the hand? Well, with Lord Vader at the helm those days can be here again.

So please, give in to anger, fear and aggression. Choose Darth Vader as the new Pope.

Sincerely,

The Undersigned

Beyond fantastic.

Well, I couldn’t find that image of the Pope turning into Darth Vader, so here’s the next best thing:

La Pequeña es muy famosa! Wednesday, Mar 26 2008 

I am thrilled beyond belief!  One of my dlisted favorites, La Pequeña, has earned national recognition — on CNN!

First, she was La Pequeña Prohibida, then, she was La Pequeña Amy Winehouse (which I wrote about in this earlier post).

This time, she’s outdone herself.

I present: La Pequeña Hillary Clinton!

This is the greatest thing on the internet right now.

Check out her feature on CNN:

Was I attacked by an incubus? Monday, Mar 3 2008 

I have never been so frightened in my adult life.

Sure, there have been nightmares.  Scary ones, too.  But what happened last night was unlike anything I have ever, ever experienced.

It began with a dream.  I was heading out to meet my sister and her Emerson friends.  (Sars and I did some filming for her Film I class yesterday, so that’s where that came from.)  It was downtown Boston, but it looked like the area outside the field house at Reading High.

Sarah was on top of the snowbank and I was at the bottom.  A van pulled up, and I knew that her friends were inside, waiting to attack me.  The van door opened.  I backed up and fell into a small sinkhole.  “Well, at least I’ll be somewhat warm in here,” I thought.  Then all of a sudden, I was getting snow stuffed into my bare neck.  It was freezing cold and I felt paralyzed — I couldn’t fight off the attackers, and it was just cold, cold, cold.

I then woke up, or fell into a half-sleep/half-dream situation.  A figure was sitting upright on my bed at about where my knees were.  At first, I thought the figure was androgynous, but I then realized it had a masculine air about it.

Keep in mind that I felt awake by this point, but my thoughts were the fluid, almost nonsensical ones of someone who had just woken up. 

I wondered who the figure was who was watching me sleep.  Maybe this was the next guy I’d be dating, I thought drowsily.  Maybe it’s my new guy, and he was hanging out downstairs with my roommates, and he came up to be with me.  Maybe my roommates found him.  I wonder if Omni is having her guy friends over again.

Then I woke up a little bit more, and I saw that the figure had flat, almost oblong eyes, short and very wide eyes, much like those you see in the Senegalese, but less yellow.  I suddenly realized that I was awake and that the figure was still here.  This was real.  I could see him move, and I could see images that looked like birds or bats flying around my room.

He leaned over me.  I squeezed my eyes shut.  I felt enormous pressure on my chest, and I couldn’t move.  I struggled to scream, over and over, but I could only let out a whimper.  I tried to scream louder so that Omni or Surina would hear me and run in and find this guy on top of me.

Then I couldn’t breathe.  I couldn’t get a single breath into my chest.  I felt like everything was being pushed out of me, and then it suddenly ended.

Suddenly, I could breathe and move.  I was 100% awake and aware by now, still squeezing my eyes shut, afraid to see what was in front of me.  I was beyond terrified.  I opened my eyes, and I could still see the birds or bats that were flapping around the room.  I closed my eyes again, still afraid.

I heard a growl next to my left ear, and my hands got tangled in hair that I assumed wasn’t my own.  My bed started to shake a bit.  (Granted, the bed shaking happens in this old house from time to time, but I didn’t think anyone else was running around the house.)  I started humming to scare the thing away.

The whole time, even as soon as the snow dream ended, I prayed, saying, God, please protect me, God, please protect me, over and over in my head.  I then started saying it aloud.

I am blown away by just how real this whole thing felt.  While the figure was with with me, I felt awake, but it was like a stage between dreaming and being awake.  I’ve been in that stage before, but only for fleeting moments.  This lasted for a long time.

As soon as it ended, I was absolutely positive that it was a succubus.  I know that succubi lie on top of their victims and suffocate them.  I decided to Wikipedia it and blog about it in the morning.

After researching, I learned that succubi are female figures that attack males in their sleep, while incubi are male figures that attack females.  They attack and rape their sleeping victims to derive life from their energy (or sperm, in the case of males).

These images were most popular in Medieval folklore, when unmarried pregnant women often claimed that they were attacked by succubi, but mentions of this phenomenon date back as far as ancient Mesopotamia.  (The Wikipedia isn’t that great, but check it out for the basics.)

After reading about this (and after reading some people’s lame-sounding accounts filled with sexual imagery, as if they were desperate to experience an incubus or succubus), I am absolutely positive that I was attacked by an incubus last night.  I’m never in that sleep stage.  In my dreams, I breathe underwater all the time — I’m never unable to breathe.  This had to be an incubus.

After my head cleared, I was too scared to go back to sleep, too scared to get up, too scared to turn on the light or even look at my clock.  I have NEVER been too scared to go to sleep, even when I was little.  And now I’m afraid that the incubus is going to come back.

PLEASE — I would love to hear what you have to say about this.  If you have feedback of any kind, I would appreciate it.  Thanks.

Don’t put that in your mouth!! Saturday, Jan 12 2008 

I’m fighting one of the worst colds I’ve had in a while right now, and I’ve been cooped up in the house, doing nothing but sleeping excessively and blowing my nose while watching Friends and Varsity Blues and reading The Abstinence Teacher, so I decided to walk down to the CVS in Davis Square and stock up on supplies.

I grabbed tissues, Vitamin Water, Odwalla (Strawberry C Monster), lozenges and Jolly Ranchers, and then went to the cashier to pay.

She put everything I bought into a single bag — which was a little too full for my taste — so she decided to double-bag everything.

She then put the handles of the bag in her mouth as she grabbed another bag to put around it.

I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to do.

Finally, as she finished bagging my items, I spoke up.

“Listen, it doesn’t bother me,” (why did I say that? Of course it bothered me!) “but it might bother other people that you put that in your mouth just now.”

“Oh,” she said, clearly surprised. “Sorry.” She took everything out and re-bagged it.

“Sorry,” I said to her. (Again, why? Why must I always say “sorry” to everyone? Is it because I’m a girl?) “I mean, I’m already pretty sick, and it’s not like I’m going to get worse.”

Weird.

Prostitutes at Gordon Ramsay’s Maze? Or just drunks? Thursday, Dec 20 2007 

One of my biggest pet peeves is when people write really negative reviews of restaurants on Citysearch that have no basis. Usually, what happens is that one mildly negative incident happens and then they wildly exaggerate the rest of the events to make the restaurant sound terrible.

In those reviews, you get lines like, “The hostess held up one finger to us and said, ‘Just a minute,’ in a very rude tone. Then she walked five steps in front of us as she led us to our table and never told us to enjoy our evening. She didn’t even look at us on our way out. I will never return there again.” Come on. That’s crap. Why is it so hard for people to be reasonable?

Anyway, I read a GREAT story behind one of these reviews on Maze at the London Hotel in New York on nymag.com. This is one of Gordon Ramsay’s restaurants. Here is the review that New York magazine received:

My husband and I were at the New York restaurant, Maze @ the London Hotel tonight 12-18-07. We were so upset. He had four clients he was taking out. At one point one of the clients noticed that there were two prostitutes at the bar, trying to pick up men.

When my husband’s guest complained to the staff, they became hostile and asked us to leave. When we talked to the hotel staff, they informed us that, “This happens all the time, You need to talk to the management of Gordon Ramsey.” We were very upset — how could they let that go on? It’s almost like they were getting a cut of their action.

We will never dine at a Gordon Ramsey Rest. We spend $800, and had to watch a common prostitute pick up her johns. It was very ugly, shame on Gordon Ramsey and Shame on the London.

Well, that’s pretty cruisazy. So, what did NYmag do? They called Gordon Ramsay’s PR team. Here’s what they had to say:

There was a party of six people in last night, and they were very loud and obnoxious, yelling things at ladies at the bar — who were just ladies at the bar! People started complaining, and they became very nasty, so that’s when the restaurant asked them to leave. They were very intoxicated.

Well, well, well.

That explains a LOT.

I guess it just comes down to the guests’ word vs. that of Maze, but I think I’m inclined to believe the restaurant.

What do you think?

I have been BLACK-BALLED by Disney!! Wednesday, Nov 28 2007 

I often call Disney for work, especially when my clients want me to arrange special events and experiences for them. Lately, I’ve been working on a project that required me calling Disney every few days. Since Thanksgiving is a crazy vacation time, I would often be on hold for long amounts of time.

When you call Disney, the hold music is always songs from Disney movies. Naturally, it gets annoying quickly.

And about a third of the time for me, the song was “Cruella De Vil.”

That must be the most annoying song known to man. And I should know — I have a history with it! The night after the first time I saw the movie (I was around six or so at the time), I was trying to go to sleep, but I couldn’t get the song out of my head.

I was crying and crying, and my dad had to come in to find out what was wrong. When I told him, in between hiccups, that I couldn’t get the song out of my head, he told me to sing another song in my head to get it out. “I CAN’T!” I wailed. It was bad.

Anyway, every few days, I would be on hold for about fifteen minutes and would be stuck listening to “A Spoonful of Sugar,” to “Zip-a-dee-doo-dah,” to “Cruella De Vil” over and over and over. The cheery Disney employee would answer the phone, and I would feel my rage boiling up inside me.

And then they would wish me a magical day.

WHY MUST THEY DO THAT?!?!?!

I’m not inherently anti-Disney. I particularly think that the golden age of The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast and Aladdin was fantastic, and I love those movies to this day.

It’s just that as I’ve grown older, I’ve eschewed anything remotely cutesy, and Disney gets to me with its cutesy excess. One of my friends, Andy, used to work for Disney, and seeing how he and all Disney superfans treat the philosophy like gospel, it freaks me out! A LOT!

Example: Andy’s voicemail message, for quite some time, used to wish the callers a “magical day” as well.

I joke with my friends that it’s my black heart that makes me this way. There are very few animals I actually like (including Tricia’s dog Bandit, Lisa’s dog Teddi Bitchin’ and Alexa’s dog Jojo), I won’t see a kids’ movie unless my friends drag me (more on that later), and I generally can’t stand holiday cheer.

So, finally, after having all of this saccharine Disney crap thrown at me for well over a month, I caved.

It was Dudley‘s fault. He was the guy who answered the phone at Disney Dining. I remembered his name.

He was WAY too cheery. Most of the Disney employees were quick and efficient, doing work for me without any small talk. But Dudley clearly wanted to have a conversation with me.

“Soooooooo, tell me, when was your last visit to Disney?” he asked jovially.

“My last visit?”

“Of course, your last visit, silly!”

“Wow,” I said. “It’s been awhile. I was nine at the time, and I’m twenty-three now….fourteen years. They were building the Tower of Terror the last time I was there.”

“Weeeeeeeeeell,” Dudley replied, “I think it’s about time for you to plan a NEW TRIP!”

“No, I don’t think so,” I said with a laugh.

“Aw, why not?”

“Well, I’m going to Vegas soon, and I’m really more of an international traveler–“

“No, is there really anything better than Disney?” Dudley countered, a bit of a shriek in his voice.

That’s it. I was sick of this crap.

“It’s just not my thing,” I told him, gently but firmly.

“Well,” he sniffed. “Fine, then.”

He finished up our business and was curt in every remaining line.

“GOODBYE,” he snapped before hanging up. No “Have a magical day!”

Yikes.

And that moment changed everything.

I made my call to Disney three days later. There was no hold music whatsoever — only silence.

I did the work with the woman who answered the phone. She then told me to “Have a GREAT day.”

I’ve called a few times since, and there has been no hold music, nor has there been any mention of a magical day whatsoever. My co-workers, by contrast, have been getting the normal Disney treatment.

I HAVE BEEN BLACK-BALLED BY DISNEY, AND THAT’S WORSE THAN BEING BLACK-BALLED BY THE MAFIA.

To those of you in New York… Friday, Nov 16 2007 

Breaking: Serendipity 3 Closed by DOH

Eater has rumblings, and our trusty Channel 4 has just confirmed that Serendipity 3, that Upper East Side bastion of desserts and diabetes, has been shut down by the Department of Health. Let’s hope it’s because of some anal plumbing violation and not, y’know, because there are rodents near the Frozen Hot Chocolate.

BREAKING: Serendipty Shut Down By The Department of Health? [Eater]

Update With Bonus Vomit: “In last night’s inspection, the inspector observed a live mouse, mouse droppings in multiple areas of the restaurant, fruit flies, house flies, over 100 live cockroaches.”

Oh, my God! Most of my clients are in New York, and I send them to Serendipity 3 all the time. It’s a really nice dessert place, and it’s great for post-theater, for romance and for families….

Over 100 live cockroaches?!?! Holy crap!! I’ve worked in restaurants before, and if you have, you know that no matter what, even in fine dining establishments, pests will find their way in. But over 100 live cockroaches?!?!

This may be the beginning of the end of Serendipity 3….

Oh my God, this is so disturbing!! Thursday, Oct 25 2007 

If you’re an attractive girl and want to go to one of the World Series games in Boston, you should have no problem whatsoever. There are TONS of ads on Craigslist written by guys looking for a pretty girl to go to the game with them. Most of them are pretty innocent and normal — just guys looking for a girl.

This one that I just came across in the casual encounters section, however (don’t judge!), brings unbelievable to a new level.

Check it out:

I am a young executive male who is visiting Boston. I just got three tickets to tomorrows game and I am looking for women 21 and up who would like to come to the game with me. You must be very good looking and willing to dress provocatively. In addition, I will also pay $500, as well as your expenses, and on top of that I will also pick up a dress for you to wear, we can pick it out together.

Also, after the game if you would like I would be willing to pay extra to spend sometime in my hotel.

Please serious replies only and if you do not attach a pic I will not reply!

Ew. Gross, gross man. Is anyone else picturing Tailor-Made from I Love New York 2?

More importantly, can you imagine the kind of girl who would respond to an ad like this? How could you be SO lacking in self-esteem to do something like this? It’s so completely degrading — from the three girls to the provocative outfits to hotel room….ew.

Guy, let it be known that YOU ARE GROSS and offering a presumatively generous gift of $500 to three different people does absolutely nothing to cover up the fact that you are piece of zit-covered, maggot-infested slimeball on the back of a diseased slug.

Halloween 2007: To Ho or Not to Ho? Tuesday, Oct 23 2007 

I almost cracked. I almost bought a generic slutty costume at that crappy place in Faneuil Hall today.

BUT I DIDN’T. And that’s what’s most important.

Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday. I love coming up with a creative costume, dressing up and going out to party. Halloween pictures are always great to have. And back to costumes! I always try to win contests.

My most memorable win was in 2004, when I went as Michael Jackson. That was around the time that he dangled the baby over the balcony, so I wrapped up a doll and threw it around all night. I won a huge TV — the TV that sits in my room today.

Every year, I do something new, and I make my costume myself (usually with help from my mom). The only time I’ve been the same person twice was Britney Spears — but that was Baby One More Time Britney in 1999 and Pregnant Britney in 2005. Very different things.

Anyway, all along, I was planning to be Amy Winehouse, but I wasn’t sure how that would be at the clubs (I hope to go out at least three times for Halloween-related events).

It’s hard when EVERY SINGLE GIRL DRESSES LIKE A GENERIC SLUT!!

I’m like Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls — I put in so much effort to do something original, homemade and different, and I am completely overshadowed by slutty policewomen, slutty prisoners, slutty cavewomen, slutty pirate wenches, slutty firefighters, slutty fairies, slutty ladybugs, slutty Marie Antoinettes….

I was ready to join the boring sluts.

I checked out some costumes in Faneuil Hall.

Nothing spoke to me.

On the way to the Garment District, I had a flash of inspiration. What if I could have two Amy Winehouse costumes — one casual, authentic Amy Winehouse, and one completely slutty Amy Winehouse?

–Casual Amy Winehouse is completely authentic and will give me a chance to get every detail correct. I can do that at work.
–Slutty Amy Winehouse is not accurate at all, but it will allow me to outdo those generic sluts in so many ways. That is definitely my club outfit.

Garment District was AWESOME! I love that place. I ended up buying everything I need for BOTH Amy Winehouse costumes.

For both:
–Awesome Beehive/Elvira wig
–Black eye makeup, black eyelashes
–Black tooth wax to black out her missing tooth
–Tattoos drawn on with PERMANENT MARKER. Yep, I’m going to be hardcore.
–Maybe coke under the nose? Handle of vodka?

Casual Amy:
–Black tank top
–Stovepipe jeans
–Old, worn-out ballet slippers (from my ballet days in Florence!)

Slutty Amy:
–Multicolored lingerie top
–Short, tight black skirt with metal decoration
–Black thigh highs with fishnet detailing in the back
–Black leather Mary Janes (I am no longer going out in heels)

About being on slutty on Halloween….

It’s strange. You’d think that being a feminist, I would be against it, saying that women do this just to get attention from guys, since there’s no other way to do so.

But that’s not true. Even though my costumes have been creative, a bunch of them (not including Michael Jackson) have been slutty as well.

I’m just against the lack of creativity! It’s time for you to SHINE! Be slutty, but be creative!

I hope that when I go out this year, I see new innovations in slutty costumes….like slutty Condoleezza Rice. Now, THAT would be great.

This is the greatest picture EVER! Sunday, Sep 23 2007 

Left: Amy Winehouse. Right: Kate.

Next Page »