Not too long ago...

...I wrote about Charlie Sheen's most recent antics. It got me thinking about the reality that there seems to be a tolerable level of celebrity crazy. That is, there's a point at which celebrity antics go from entertaining to, well, just plain uncomfortable. Case in point:

1) Britney Spears was flashing her vagina all over town in a way that was awesome. That is, until she became a mom. You know who's vag I'll look at in paparazzi photos still? Kim Kardashian.

2) Did Bill Clinton inhale? Not clear. Does he fuck hella bitches. Obvi. Do I love it still? Yes. The guy who was railing Chandra Levey on the other hand? Well, I prefer not to talk about it.

3) Lindsay Lohan was lovable when she was maybe dabbling in drugs. Then she stole a car. With people in it. And went on a joy ride. Also, she did her body weight in coke. And her parents have clearly used her for pretty much her entire life--or at least the part since Parent Trap. But the Olsens, in contrast, are still adorable.

4) Hugh Grant got busted with a prostitute. And he was dating a woman who later mysteriously got pregnant by a man who went unnamed for a while. Still love him. But when George Michael kept getting pulled over for sitting at red lights, I couldn't even look at the headlines.


That's all the evidence I've got. But I'm pretty excited to put this theory to really scientific tests.

You're welcome

There's a terrible fabulous web-based series called "The Legion of Extrodinary Dancers."

It's as bad awesome as it sounds. Which means, obviously, that I love it. The good news for you is that season two has started. Check out the magic here.

A new addition?

I tricked you with that title. I'm actually talking about my kitchen. And crafts.

Done snickering? Good. Keep reading.

A while back, I made a few decorations for my kitchen and dining room with food-related quotes that make me happy. Here are the features:

1) Clean your plate
2) The poets have been mysteriously quiet on the subject of cheese. -Chesterton
3) Let them eat cake. -Marie Antionette.
4) My favorite animal is steak. -Fran Lebowitz

The first and last are my favorites.

Anyhow, I've recently been reading Molly Ringwald's Getting the Pretty Back which I think I menioned a few posts ago. I failed to tell you then that it's clever and delightful and made me smile and tear up and long for red lipstick. And love her. She cited a quote that I am considering adding to my collection. What do you think?

"Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants."

Here's the problem...I don't really...you know...eat plants. So it it too, well, leafy?

Skinny Mini

October was a pretty crazy month, and to get me through the hours of plans and airports and sleepless hotel nights, I've been reading Molly Ringwald's Getting the Pretty Back. Here's a pretty sweet line:

"A good rule of thumb is that skinny jeans should be left to skinny
people."

I made it to NYC and LA over the course of the last few weeks on seperate, but equally whirlwind-y trips. Don't get me wrong, I dig fashion. In fact, I'd say I have a pretty good sense of style. But I've never gotten into skinny jeans or their bastard cotton cousin, leggings. And don't even get me started on jeggings.

But this is what I learned while observing all kinds of confusing proportions on both coasts: lay off the skinny jeans.

For serious.

So people do look good, but most people don't. And odds are pretty good that, unless you have a problem with both cocaine and bulimia, you're not one of the people who should rock 'em.

The return of...

...unlicensed advice.

This time: Charlie Sheen.

Look, dude, I dug it when you were maybe enjoying hookers. And even blow. But it went too far when you started beating on your wife and she didn't even seem to mind. You see, you went from being a little out of hand to something violently tragic.

But you're on that wholesome Two and a Half Men and people say it's lovely (I don't watch anything "wholesome," sorry). And Denise Richards was so damn unlikeable in It's Complicated that I started coming around.

But you just had to go and beat a hooker erm escort porn star, run around naked, and just generally wreck shit. Then, you had the nerve to tell me you took a lot of over-the-counter medication.