Adventures in things gone horribly wrong:
1. Miley Cyrus’ baby sister slutting it up for Halloween. Looks like Billy Ray got to this one young, how long till he starts cashing in on the Cyrus sister act?
2. The Dita Von Teese barbie doll. I thought the Bratz dolls were pushing it with the whole hookers as role models thing (and I still find it beyond ironic that post eating disorder stunt the Mary Kate Olsen dolls still read ‘real dolls for real girls’ on the side of the box) but WHY would a parent want their little girls (or boys, I don’t discriminate) playing with a burlesque dancer doll? You might as well make playmate baby dolls and clothes.
…they already make those, don’t they?
3. I love Hello Kitty (I have the toaster that imprints her face on all things toast-able to prove my unconditional love) and I have a love/hate relationship with Lady Gaga (which is better than the loathe/hate relationship I have with Blake Lively) — for example:
-making pants less necessary/justifying how short some of the things i own are: love
-fake blood and border-line psychotic performances: hate
-canceling the Kanye tour: love
-agreeing to do a tour with Kanye in the first place: hate
anyway. I’m straying from my main point THAT THIS THING WILL GIVE ME NIGHTMARES. damn you, Gaga.
4. This is one of the last things I’d want hanging from my ceiling.
Happy Wednesday, kids :)
