The Axe Lounge, The Guys and Dolls Lounge, T-Mobile Sidekick Lounge at Mercedes-Benz Polo Challenge, Pussycat Dolls Lounge, Gifting Lounge…it’s all become so horeene (Abeism for horrendous, can also be spelled, in this case, whoreene). There was a time that a lounge meant to relax, sit a while, chill. Now it has taken on a whole new, more hysterical meaning. The demise of the real meaning of lounge culminated this summer, with the creation of the uber brech fest “The Axe Body Spray Lounge” (correct) in the Hamptons. This gross baboon parlor is where celebrities hob nob with nobodies in an effort to get their picture taken and vice versa. How celebrity publicists can think that attending those functions versus others, is sho….cking. Granted, I am not a star, so I am not clear on what the celebrity publicist does for talent, besides say no a lot. It’s when they say yes…especially to one of these lounges, that you have to stop and think…hmmm…why yes to something like this? Anyhoo, I’d actually rather contemplate my navel. But let it be said, that if you ever find me in front of the Axe Lounge step and repeat…you have the right to beat me senseless…on the spot. Which would be amazing press for Axe, as it goes. Here with are a few images from these lounges that say it all.
Take me back to a time when press was not allowed into these so-called celebrity hang outs. Am I too just too old-fashioned?
reality tv is the demise of class and taste and culrure- tv finally lived up to people's worst fears from when it was created
i do not know who any of these "celebrities" are but they do not inspire me at all