why the fucking fuck will fucking blogroller not fucking update my fucking blogroll like it is fucking supposed to so i don't fucking have to fucking check the fucking blogs individually and infuckingvariably skip someone's fucking blog or miss some fucking important bit of news or a useless fucking meme that i might have fucking wanted to fuck around with.
I'm a bitch about fashion and hair even though I really have no basis for making any statements about such things. I watch all the award shows and critique the appearance of those famous people because it's my way of living the high life without shopping anywhere more exotic than Target and Old Navy.
After the shows, I then sit through the countless fashion review shows and columns because I'm just that pathetic. So, as I've read and watched, I've been shocked and dismayed that no one has called Christina Aguilera to the red carpet for her horrific choices in hair and makeup:
Girl looks like she needs to wash her dirrty face and that hair? OMG, her hair. Who on earth does this girl's hair? She has GRAY roots. Gray. Who in the world strives to have gray roots? And then lets them be visible for photos and television coverage? It boggles my mind. She's trying to be all galm, forties, pin-up, but she looks like a characature and I do not mean that in any sort of good way.
Her Ungaro dress? Eh, pretty enough, but until she takes control of her hair and face she's dead to me.
After the shows, I then sit through the countless fashion review shows and columns because I'm just that pathetic. So, as I've read and watched, I've been shocked and dismayed that no one has called Christina Aguilera to the red carpet for her horrific choices in hair and makeup:
Girl looks like she needs to wash her dirrty face and that hair? OMG, her hair. Who on earth does this girl's hair? She has GRAY roots. Gray. Who in the world strives to have gray roots? And then lets them be visible for photos and television coverage? It boggles my mind. She's trying to be all galm, forties, pin-up, but she looks like a characature and I do not mean that in any sort of good way.
Her Ungaro dress? Eh, pretty enough, but until she takes control of her hair and face she's dead to me.
Labels: bitchy, hair stuff, stupid famous people
I've been in a real snit at work lately, so I've not felt like blogging much when I get home. The oppressive nature of shitty administration, fuckwits in local government and a complete and total breakdown of all professional-style communication has just beaten me into submission for the time being.
I swore I was going to be a "happy" person this school year--really, I was, but there has been NOTHING to generate even the slightest inspiration that would lead me to a sunnier outlook, so I've been a bitch. The role as the bitch suits me, I realize, and it is ever-so-much more rewarding to be able to call bullshit when I see it instead of meekly going along with the status quo and hoping that change is going to just fall out of the sky.
The downside is that I'm probably slitting my own throat professionally, but these days, I don't think i even care. I suppose it has to do with being true to onself....I don't actually think that I'm a bitch, per se, but I'm sure that the name has been thrown my way and I'll do nothing to deny it. I'm happy to be considered that if it means that I'm standing up for what I believe in and questioning stupidity when ever possible. There is no "i" in team, but there is in bitch and I'm only just now discovering how powerful that can be.
I swore I was going to be a "happy" person this school year--really, I was, but there has been NOTHING to generate even the slightest inspiration that would lead me to a sunnier outlook, so I've been a bitch. The role as the bitch suits me, I realize, and it is ever-so-much more rewarding to be able to call bullshit when I see it instead of meekly going along with the status quo and hoping that change is going to just fall out of the sky.
The downside is that I'm probably slitting my own throat professionally, but these days, I don't think i even care. I suppose it has to do with being true to onself....I don't actually think that I'm a bitch, per se, but I'm sure that the name has been thrown my way and I'll do nothing to deny it. I'm happy to be considered that if it means that I'm standing up for what I believe in and questioning stupidity when ever possible. There is no "i" in team, but there is in bitch and I'm only just now discovering how powerful that can be.
If you list them, they might go away...at the very list, they are flushed from your brain for a while:
- Ignorant people. I seem to be surrounded by them on message boards where debating is involved lately (research is apparently a dirty word as are logic, tolerance, reason and compromise). I can understand not knowing everything about all things...well, at least I can relate to the concept ;-)... but I cannot and will not every understand why some people are perfectly happy with being willfully ignorant about the most basic things about their fellow man and then not only being stubborn about that, but also being flauntingly, defiantly PROUD of the fact that they don't know shit from shinola about diddly for whatever zealot, xenophobic, homophobic, edcuationophobic, politophobic, vaccineophoibic, fill-in-your-phobic, conspricacy-threorist, bad science reason. Oh, and then, just for shits and giggles, they like to insult those who think by calling them names because that's what those who are intelligent do, I suppose.
- Humidity. Seriously. Fuck global warming. I'm tired of hearing about that--global humidity is the more serious problem.
- Political ads. When I'm rich, I am going to spend scads of money running policital parody ads to offer some relief for those like me who are tired of seeing these grinning chimps blather on about how they are going wrap themselves in barbed wire, kill all the turrists, stop abortions, pay all the teachers a gazillion dollars, eliminate taxes and make big bidness pay for it all while they protect "real families" and the flag from the bums who've been running the state or the country so far.
- Dumbass ammendments. I think that the next ammendment should be to preserve the sanctity of Apple Pie. They've screwed baseball up, we have unwed mothers *gasp*, but I think we can all get behind Apple Pie and quit putting g.d. artificial sweetner in it.
- Fat chicks in skimpy clothes . I get to rant about this because I can talk about my own kind--you? are not allowed if you wear clothes that don't have double digits in the size, of course, but I can say this with complete and total freedom: Put your fat ass inside your shorts--the top of them AND the bottom of them. Pack your boobs in a bra that fits (and by God, you better have on a bra). Get some sleeves that cover your arms and all parts of them that hang out and all around--that means NO tank tops and NO cap sleeves and have enough length on your shirt that we don't see anything that the top of those shorts might have missed when you are standing still OR when you raise your arms. If your shirt is acting, in any way, as a girdle or method of contrstaining, then you have bought it too small and it has to be tossed. If you lean over and anything larger than a baseball could be dropped down the cleavage opening, then the shirt is too low cut. I don't care how cute your tatoos are--no one wants to see them if they are undulating along rapids of fat on the river of pudge, so either tone it up or cover it up.
- Summer television. I cannot remember when anything comes on, I hate almost all of it anyway, save The Closer and Project Runway (must set DVR for PR). I think it's a sign that I'm getting old, maybe. Who knows.
- Purple fur. Another sign that I'm getting old--Wal Mart was chock frigging full of it. Who the hell would decorate with purple fur?
- Tunics. I think it's time this look was over, but I have a feeling we're going to be in full-tunic this fall. I'm sure that I won't be since a would be most hideous on me.
- Legos. This one isn't new, but I've stepped on so many more of them lately that I just had to add them .
- Star Jones. Already posted, but I saw her in a magazine or two while I was waiting for Sam's surgery to be over (it went well--it's on his webpage), and her arrogance/spin/total divaness just pisses me off to no end. Why is she famous and I'm not? How the hell does this happen? Is it the legal degree, the ethnicity or the name? I'd be willing to change my name to something more cheezy if needed and I have a nice advanced degree even if it isn't quite as glitzy....I'm screwed on the race, but I do have a varied and interesting heritage, albeit Anglo-European as all get out, but there are Pilgrims and even a wee bit of royalty...surely that makes me somewhat marketable if Star Jones can be famous.
- Dirt. My house is full of it and unless a tornado comes along and sweeps it and the junk that is damming it up, I've no choice but to go deal with it because a week from today, my blessed summer vacation ends. Forget what I said about wanting to go back to work. I wasn't properly medicated or something. I'm not.
