one. somewhere, sometime, in this grand old world, very separate women at very separate times, met robert downey jr, ewan mcgregor, james mcavoy, and jimmy fallon. these women proceeded to systematically have these men fall in love with them. then they got married. married, i tell you. as in, so far off even the imaginary market you can’t even joke about being with them because they’re happily married men. secured in the bonds of holy matrimony. i’ve accepted this. i’ve also taken this fact and converted it into this: maybe, just maybe, if i stick in show business long enough, i’ll meet some man of that charismatic caliber. because, if you note, all their wives are in the business, in some aspect. is this crazy? perhaps too thought out? a bit creepy, dare we say? oh sure. but, years from now, i’ll certainly have the last laugh.
two. never will i ever be accepting of the trend to wear braided hair as a passable excuse for a hat or headscarf. that is your hair, sweetest. that’s kindof gross.
three. america needs to stop wearing ugg boots. unless you are in the medical field, where wearing comfortable but unattractive footwear is understandable, you cannot should not and must not wear those piss-poor examples of footwear. it’s undignified. cease and desist, i must say.
