Introducing Shay UK Bombshell, Kanye West's new gal pal.
Kanye West, in his desperate valiant effort to comeback from his loose-lipped, Taylor Swift mishap last year at the MTV Video Music Awards went right to the heart of the Social Media ClimbersParadise…the offices of Facebook. Look, the guys is smart. He’s not gonna just work from the periphery, rather, he used his celebrity status to infiltrate the nucleus of the social media machine. Let’s call it Journey To The Center of the Earth meets Back to the Future.
Listen to the cooing and chortling of the Facebookers, like 2nd graders when the Fireman and Policeman come to give their annual presentations. I know, he’s a celebrity. All is forgiven. And frankly all is forgiven in the case of Kanye West. It is not like he whooped her or anything. So, Kanye made an inappropriate remark. Who doesn’t? What I might be entirely over is rap.
Kill the hypocrisy,
This is an aristocracy.
I’m Socrates
But my skin more chocolatey.
Yikes. Let’s see what Wikipedia says about Socrates and compare notes…shall we?
Socrates (Greek: Σωκράτης, soˈkraːtɛːs, Sōkrátēs; c. 469 BCE–399 BCE[1], in English pronounced /ˈsɒkrətiːz/) was a Classical Greekphilosopher. Credited as one of the founders of Western philosophy, Socrates is an enigmatic figure known chiefly through the accounts of later classical writers, especially the writings of his students Plato and Xenophon, and the plays of his contemporary Aristophanes. Yeah…let’s just say that Kanye plays Soccer-ates.
Let’s all sing like the birdies sing…Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet…
Tweet or die???
There is an interesting article in Women’s Wear Daily, Designers Face Pressure To Be Celebrities, and though true dat…even truer is how sad that really is. Who would have thunk those horeene “Celebrity Designers“ (who I have been goofing on for months now) would end up being the impetus for fashion designers to be dragged down to compete on their level? Even sadder is that in many cases designers are forced to ramp up their dog and pony shows coupled with becoming “Social Media Climbers”…not a good adjective. Now, I get it…duh…social media-aholic here. But surely there is a more Sartorialist way to achieve that goal of keeping yourself relevant. Not one to name names, there should just be a limit, or a tone or some kind of vibe that keeps the designers close to their consumers without trying to act all chummy chummy. In these cases, my favorite quote applies: “Can you please remove your label so I can see right through you?”
In the same vain, the amount of coverage recently given to Courtney Love’s blog is stupefying. Earth to everyone…who cares what she wore and when? And why? Giving that kook that much more leverage for free clothes is NOT fierce. Barneys New York Creative Director, Simon Doonan said a while back something to the effect of how great it would be to not have to dress celebrities for free. I couldn’t agree more. It would bring us back to the Golden Age of Hollywood glamor, when no one knew who lent Bette Davis a dress, a ring, a necklace or whatever. Perhaps I am just too Pollyanna to think those days will ever come back…but one could dream.
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So Barack Obama is going to be a guest on The View. That is more than interesting. Surely, this was David Axelrod’s idea. Considering how down the line Obama’s ratings have gotten and while I am at it, Axelrod’s recent outing on the Sunday talk shows was less than stellar. Yup, it is time for yet another achy-breaky PR blitz the goal being to Re-Hail to the Chief. Granted, this is probably the worst financial time on the planet and the Administration is doing whatever it can to help our economy, but the war in Afghanistan is putting the nail in the second term coffin. We are on the verge of Viet Nam, the Nixon years, like I am sitting here. Having lived through the Moratorium of 1969, the mood in the country was such that we had had just about enough of the politics that were killing off our troops. Granted the numbers are much different, but when read about the corruption in the Karzai Government, the drug dealing Taliban running rampant, well, people are getting really pissed. My guess is that the US is in for the biggest cut of that pie, which is why we are still there. Oil and drugs man. That’s what we live for.
I just wonder if Barack will join the ladies for that opening segment, Hot Topics, where they bitch and moan about things in the “news”, or as I like to call it…Bitchin’ Kitchen. Imagine if Obamski was including in the real nonsense that these gals obsess on like Kim Kardashian’s Tweets, Al Gore’s Masseuse-Gate, Lindsay Lohan’s Mug Shot, Snooki’s Pay Raise. Now that would be riveting television. Instead, we are about to be fed a pre-determined, all-holds barred, propaganda-fest, where Barack will try to sell us on his decision to stay in the Poppy Capital of the world so that we can stay there to protect Gross Baboons.
Thou Shalt Not Take The Name Of Elizabeth Taylor In Vain
When Moses came down from Mount Sinai with the Fifteen Commandments, as depicted in Mel Brooks‘ History of the World Part 1, there were five commandments that never saw the light of day. (Watch this short clip to learn about this little known biblical fact in Exodus 20:2–17.)
Anyhoo, one of those laws as commanded by the Lord himself was: Thou shalt not take the name of Elizabeth Taylor in vain. Sadly, we have become a society not dissimilar to those Israelite hedonists running rampant in the desert, building false idols, having orgies and carrying on like…well…people at Coachella. Recently, Katy Perry and Snooki have been cited and compared to Elizabeth Taylor and the Earth has started to shake. Who knows, perhaps this explains the extensive heat in New York City this summer. God is angry at these two women, whose art imitates the life of Elizabeth Taylor. Read these two snippets, which will explain everything.
Snooki was compared to Liz Taylor. And I say, De-Nial, is not a river in Egypt.
The Snooki Principle
Now, I have literally heard it all. In today’s The New York Times Style section,Cathy Horyn utters the words Elizabeth Taylor and Snookiin the same breath. Like it wasn’t bad enough that Katy Perry vomited her visions of grandeur, comparing herself to La Liz. But, really? Snooki? Somebody stick a fork in me, because I am done.
“The reason she (Snooki) makes me think of Elizabeth Taylor — quite apart from the unbridgeable divide of talent and beauty — is that photographs of Ms. Taylor in the 1960s, many of which recently ran in Vanity Fair, confirm a short, busty woman with high hair, big jewelry, garish taste in clothes and a complete indifference to the cyclonic effect that all that produced.”
First of all, Alexandre de Paris, the designer known for the elaborate up-do’s of that time was a master artist. The Snooki bump is utter nonsense. All you need is a friggen Bumpit and whallah….you too can be Snooki for a day…namely on Halloween. And as for the garish taste in clothes, Cathy, what was you mother wearing at that time? Go rummage through old photos. You’ll see that Liz Taylor was at the height of chic for the fashion of the times. I just can’t even believe I am writing half of this stuff. I am out of here, I am going to watch A Place in the Sun and compare it to Season One of Jersey Shore. I am surprised Ms. Horyn did not throw in the comparison of The Situation to Richard Burton while she was at it.
Katy Perry launches Purr, a new fragrance.
Katy Perry Purrs Like A Wanna-Be Cat on A Hot Tin Roof
Look, I love that new Katy Perrysong California Girls. It kinda makes me feel like a California girl, they play it my spiritual aerobics class, the video is adorable. Love it. Love it all. What I am sad to report, is that Katy Perry was feeling compelled to go one step further to monopolize the media by launching a new, signature fragrance called Purr. What’s worse, is that the sound bite in Women’s Wear Daily, “I am a product whore,” Katy Perry said with a laugh. “I am a consumer of a multitude of beauty products and I’m always looking for the next great thing that will make me into the young Elizabeth Taylor I would love to be. I must have about 100 products on my counter right now.” Excuse me dear, but please don’t flatter yourself by comparing yourself to a young Elizabeth Taylor. Purr all you want, you are not A Cat On A Hot Tin Roof. If La Liz is your inspiration? Great. Claim that because she is mine, too. But a friggen bottle of schpritz does not do a damn thing to make you Elizabeth anything. If that was your modus operandi…you should have signed up for The Actor’s Studio to shed some of your veneer.
California Girls is also the song of the CW11 for this fall season, so get used to seeing her, hearing her and now smelling Katy Perry…ad nauseum.
