Mallory at 2/22/2005 08:46:00 PM

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Sunday, February 20, 2005

Beckingham Palace Welcomes A Baby!

Long time readers, casual observers and people in my classes know of my enormous Beckham fetish so it should be no surprise to any of you that I squealed with glee when I heard that they had their third child today.

Literally, I squealed with glee. And I don't even have the tact to be ashamed of it!

Olivia and I have been excited about the bundle of joy since we first heard about Vicki's pregnancy in the wake of the entire Rebecca Loos scandal that kept me entertained for days. We were disappointed, naturally, when it was revealed that she was to have another son, as if she didn't have a million of them already, because, really, wouldn't a Beckham daughter just be over-the-top glam? I invision a dressing room to rival the Queen's, or Jennifer Lopez's even, and Mummy-and-Me trips to the tanning salon and onesies with Swarovski crystals designed by Donatella.

But it seems as though David's ability to father a daughter is as poor as his ability to keep it in his pants or speak as though he hadn't been kicked in the groin, because here we are, with another boy Beckham.

Named Cruz.

The name seemed to be chosen in a nod to the Beckhams' new home in Madrid and I do have to say that it's a bit more reasonable of a name than his brothers have been saddled with--Brooklyn, named after the spot of his conception (ew!) and Romeo, which is just setting your child up for a lifetime of bad puns and it's something that even Vicki herself seemed to worry about, saying:

At the time I thought, 'My goodness, what if he's not handsome?' But then I figured we'd get a good haircut and send him off to the south of France if he's pale or something

He's got Victoria's nose and lips. He's gorgeous, so we're very happy

Mallory at 2/20/2005 08:00:00 PM

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Saturday, February 19, 2005

Oh, Aaron Part II

A major player in the world of D-List celebrities this week has been Aaron Carter. I've discussed my feelings about Aaron Carter before, but he didn't seem to be paying attention to my lecture. Perhaps because he can't read? I'm not sure. Not sure that's why he didn't listening, I mean. I'm almost positive that he can't read.

Mr. Carter has been in the news this week for a couple of reasons--he told the world that Michael Jackson likes girls and that Nick Carter did hit Paris Hilton and came clean about the Hilary/Lindsay rumors.

(See what I did? I made a joke about Hilary's song Come Clean and Lindsay's song Rumors? Hee! Get it? Ah, my cleverness knows no bounds)

But back to Aaron. Dude, you're not fooling anybody when you say that Michael Jackson is so totally hetero. Have you seen him? The man has That Girl hair and tattooed eyeliner. He's not the type of guy that this sentence applies to:

"He'll see a girl and comment on her," Carter said, "or want to touch her [bottom]. He likes girls."

"He lives in isolation," Carter said. "He would never touch anyone."

"He hit her," Aaron told me on Sunday night at the big Grammy celebration party following the awards show, "and he hit me."

"I started dating Hilary on my 13th birthday... I was dating her for like a year-and-a-half and then I just got a little bored so I went and I started getting to know Lindsay, dating Lindsay. Then I didn't want to do that anymore, so I got back with Hilary. And then I ended up cheating on Hilary with her best friend. That's nothing to smile about. She wasn't even that good looking either.

Mallory at 2/19/2005 05:10:00 PM

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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Viva La Skank!

Let's talk about what's going on in the world, namely that Christina Aguilera is getting married!

My love of Ms. Aguilera is well-documented and my friend Erin and I once had grand plans of showing off our love with custom made Xtina t-shirts. This was right after Stripped was released and it still wasn't cool to like her, but we were totally proud of it. We never got around to doing it though and my other plan for an Xtina-inspired shirt saying "Viva La Skank!" never took off either. And it was going to be bedazzled, too! Sigh.

A major criticism of Ms. Aguilera is that she's skanky. WhatEVER, people. Since when did a little skank hurt anybody? I am a firm believer in the notion that no dirrty is too dirrty. Skanks are what make the world go round. And she can sing like no one else, so what does it matter if she wears assless chaps sometimes?

But anyway, she and her boyfriend of two years are getting married! It's so cute, he's been with her through so much drama, not to mention all different hairstyles, from the dirrty days to her black hair to uh, this, which is probably for Halloween but with Christina, you never really know to her current retro phase. If that's not true love, I don't know what is.

I wish them all the best and eagerly look forward to the wedding. Cheers to the happy couple!

The funny thing is that people are still comparing her to Britney Spears. Still! After a critically AND commercially successful album and no visible mental breakdown! How is that fair? Today, for example, while I was in Starbucks, the girls behind me started talking about the ongoing Britney/Xtina rivalry and had the following conversation.

Girl A: I can't believe Christina is getting married, she's just trying to copy Britney.
Girl B: I know, right?
Girl A: Ever since she first came out, she's tried so hard to be Britney, it's not even funny.
Girl B: Ohmigod, I know.
Girl A: God, and her boyfriend is UGLY.
Girl B: Totally.

Let's break this down, shall we?

Christina-->Marrying her boyfriend who has a real job

Britney-->Married an unemployed man who had a pregnant girlfriend

Christina-->Marrying a down-to-earth man with no skeletons in his closet

Britney-->Married a man who, in addition to a pregnant girlfriend, had the shameful secret of being an LFO backup dancer

Christina-->Marrying her boyfriend after dating him for two years

Britney-->Married her boyfriend of mere months after marrying someone else for two days earlier in the year

And incidentally, if we're using Kevin Federline as a standard of beauty, I think it's time for us to just stop the world, because life isn't worth living.

This, of course, isn't to say that loving Britney is wrong, because the girl brought us "Slave 4 U" and "Toxic" and should be worshipped accordingly, but really, can't Christina catch a break?

And there ends my public service announcement.

Other important goings on in the world of entertainment:

Mallory at 2/16/2005 06:37:00 PM

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Monday, February 14, 2005

Grammylicious

Let me start out gracefully by saying

OHMIGOD KANYE WAS ROBBED!

First by Maroon 5 and then a dead man's mediocre album? That's cold. Rest assured, Kanye, I still love you!!!!!!

Ahem.

So tonight was the Grammys and I had this ambitious idea of doing that whole "live-blogging" thing, but I had forgotten my lack of attention span. Luckily! I took meticulous notes and had the help of my very funny friends in compiling a recap of the 2005 Grammys. Let's look back, shall we?

Mallory at 2/14/2005 12:34:00 PM

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Thursday, February 10, 2005

So Good or No Good?

So Good

Detective Mike Logan is coming to Law & Order: Criminal Intent! Yay! I don't know if I've mentioned it before--heh, who am I kidding? I know, as with all things, I've mentioned it constantly, but that's besides the point. I? Am in love with Mike Logan. Not so much Chris Noth, as he's a bit on the skeevy side, not to mention, er, puffy, but, specifically, Mike Logan. Who I know is fictional, but that's not important. The Logan/Briscoe era was a television high point. And this also means that Vincent D'Onofrio's screentime will be cut in half! Yay! He's so irritating on that show, seriously, all, "I can read your mind, beyotch, I know you did it!" and generally being a know-it-all prick, even more so than Dr. Huang on SVU. So anything that gets him off of my television for half a season is great and if that something is the return of Mike Logan, that's even better!

No Good

Prince Charles is marrying Camilla Parker Bowles. Now, I am not one of those people who is obsessed with the monarchy. Which is odd, considering my princess complex. But really, the monarchs sort of bore me and if Prince Charles marries the woman that he's been in love with for almost forty years, more power to him. No, what infuriates me about this is the outcry from all of these people who are talking about how it tarnishes the Church of England. I may not be understanding things properly, as happens often, and I'm basing this on conversations with my mother and foggy memories from Shakespeare class (and at the same time, please don't correct me if I'm wrong because I really don't care,) but...wasn't the Church of England created specifically for Henry VIII so he could marry Anne Boleyn after divorcing Catherine of Aragon?

So Good

Mischa Barton is on the cover of Vogue Australia and she looks so pretty! This isn't extremely noteworthy, except that it proves that foreign Vogues are a million times better than US Vogue which considers Melania Knauss an appropriate cover model, wearing $100,000 of pure, unadulterated ugliness. Suck it, Anna Wintour. Suck. It.

No Good

Special allowances are being made so that Roman Polanski can testify in the case he's bringing against Vanity Fair without ever leaving his hotel room so that he won't have to face that pesky extradition business. Huh. Funny how exceptions are made, you know?

So Good

Corey Feldman has a "sickening realization" about his friendship with Michael Jackson. This may seem like a cruel thing to be amused about (what, me cruel? Never!) but it is just more proof that this trial could be the greatest parade of freakshows ever. If we get Corey Feldman involved, how far behind can the Culkins, Webster and Bubbles be? How far? Elizabeth Taylor as a character witness? Please? All I ask is for one Culkin, that's it. I wonder what made Corey change his tune--was it the rumors of how MJ wouldn't let Corey come with him on September 11th? Or something more insidious, did he find out that he wasn't MJ's favorite Corey? Or was it simply the fact that his last project was a TV joint called Puppet Master vs. Demonic Toys? So many questions! I hope that this 20/20 special has footage of Corey Feldman impersonating Michael Jackson, because that never fails to make me laugh.

No Good

Popbitch hurts my brain. In this week's newsletter, there was a blind item about the affair between a no longer newlywed and her jackass costar. That blind item was so unblind that Ray Charles got it, even in the afterlife. And you know, that's the second tasteless joke I've made about Ray Charles today alone. I don't know if I should be ashamed or proud of that. But at any rate-ew, Popbitch, thanks for nothing, because that piece of news was just...it hurt me, it disturbed me and it made me want to curl up in the fetal position and never leave my room again. As did this note:

New York Fashion Week - at Kimora Simmons' Baby Phat show, the goodie bags consisted of condoms, Altoids, lube and clitoral stimulation gel.

Mallory at 2/10/2005 12:37:00 AM

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Wednesday, February 09, 2005

In Which I Debunk Various Myths

Just think of me as Snopes, except I'm a person, not a website, and I also have an alarming caffeine addiction.

You may be shocked (shocked!) to learn this, but I feel it's my duty to explain it to you--sometimes, boys and girls, the media lies to us. I know. I know. I don't understand it either.

You'll find, though, if you pay attention to the media the way that some of us do, that that myths are becoming rampant and people are losing sight of the truth. But luckily for you, I am here to tell you what's true and what's not.

Myth #1--Paris Hilton is gorgeous

Without fail, every article written about Paris Hilton includes the words "rich", "blonde", "thin" and "gorgeous". And it's true, she is rich, she is blonde and she is thin. But gorgeous? Um, no. That is, most emphatically, untrue. We've all seen her and we've all seen too much of her, really, as she's in every magazine ever, including Reader's Digest and Highlights and despite what people try and get us to believe she is just not pretty. Really. From the porn star hair extensions to her beak of a nose to her wonky eyes, she's just...she's not gorgeous. We'll leave it at that.

Myth #2--Jennifer Lopez is the new Elizabeth Taylor

I always hear stories about how JLo is the new La Liz because they are both fond of getting married and they both have perfume lines. Dear readers, this comparison is way off. Sure, they've both been married multiple times and they both have an appreciation for large, gaudy jewelry, but they differ in very important ways. For starters, Liz Taylor was, at one point, an amazing actress, specifically in Suddenly Last Summer, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and the annoyingly named BUtterfield 8. Jennifer Lopez was in such epic tales as Gigli, Maid in Manhattan and Jack. Remember Jack? That's the movie where Robin Williams played a mutant fifth grader. Wrap your mind around that.

Also, aside from Larry Fortensky and Eddie Fisher, Elizabeth Taylor displayed a modicum of taste when it came to choosing a husband. She did not marry a choreographer and then a corpse, like Jennifer Lopez did, nor did she ever decide that she just needed to be a singer who brought forth such important parts of the popular music canon as "Play" and "My Love Don't [sic] Cost A Thing".

Myth 3--Robert DeNiro has always been a schlocky, B-Movie actor

I can see why you might believe this; however, it is a fact that DeNiro once made movies like The Godfather Part II, Taxi Driver, Raging Bull and Goodfellas. His decision to piss all over his brilliant acting legacy with films like Hide and Seek, Showtime and The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle is a tragic, recent development.

Myth 4--The Osbournes are America's Favorite Family

I've heard MTV make this assertion multiple times recently and I am a bit confused as to how they reached this verdict. Because, as far as I know, the Osbournes are one of America's least favorite families, placing well below the Carters (both Jimmy's and Aaron's), the Baldwins, the Barrymores, and the Winslows. Even the Bush family beat them out in a recent poll, because at least the Bush family is amusing in their utter shadiness; the Osbournes are just foul. Two children in rehab before their twentieth birthdays, a mother who courts the media by wailing about her hardships that, if she is to be believed, rival those of Job and a father who can't even be injured without it being pimped to the media. What about that is good, huh, MTV? Explain that to me.

Myth 5--Demi Moore is relevent

I love how when I read articles about Kabballah or Ashton Kutcher, they mention Demi Moore, as if that makes something cooler. It doesn't. Demi Moore does not, and has never, mattered in society. I mean, really, think about it--Ghost. GI Jane. Striptease. Posing nude on the cover of Vanity Fair. Those are her contributions to society. Oh, and also her Oscar...thing. She wore bicycle shorts, a bustier and a bustle to the Oscars. I have seen a lot in my day, but that really disturbs me. BICYCLE SHORTS. I mean, for that alone she should have been shunned and exiled to Siberia or something. Oh, right, she "retired" and "took a break" and moved to Idaho. A break from what, exactly? Sucking at life? And yet, the media keeps talking about her as if she's this enormous star. Don't listen to them-she's not.

Myth 6--Chris Martin is a heartthrob

Whenever I read an article about Gwyneth Paltrow, which is often, as I both love Gwyneth and have no interest to do much of anything besides read celeb magazines, they always mention her "hot rockstar hubby" or her "heartthrob musician husband". And I always ask myself if Gwyneth divorced and remarried without me knowing. Because Chris Martin? Fugly. (Oh, and warning--that link is not safe for life) Really, the man is sort of deformed looking, all pointy chinned and bug-eyed. He has the air of a serial killer about him, I fear for poor Apple. And he doesn't even have the common decency to cover his face, which is just disheartening.

Though judging by his performance on the piano with his strange spasms, I believe that he may have epilepsy or some other seizure disorder, so perhaps I shouldn't make fun. But still--no alibi for Chris Martin, y'all. He ugly.

Myth 7--Friends is the most beloved show in the history of ever

Remember when Friends ended and all of the news outlets wept and there were virgin sacrifices trying to appease God and give us all another season of Friends? What were these people smoking? I mean, really. The show had a few funny episodes, but there just came a point when it was too STUPID to care about, let alone mourn the loss of. Every character was smug, annoying and just plain stupid. And then there was Ross, the creepiest, most possessive jerk ever to be held up as a romantic lead. Don't let the media fool you, Friends was no good. Don't believe me? Well, everybody's "favorite" Friend Joey has his own spinoff, right? That spinoff? Was beaten in the ratings by Happy Days reunion special, okay? The show that brought us (literal) shark-jumping and Chachi. CHACHI. The show launched Scott Baio's career. SCOTT BAIO. Happy Days should be made illegal on that basis alone and yet, people would rather watch that than Joey. Let that be a lesson, okay, NBC?

Myth 8: Clowns are appropriate figures to be present at children's events

This myth is not perpetuated solely by the media, but they have a hand in it. For years, it's been viewed as natural for clowns to be invited to thinks like birthday parties or big group picnics. But you know what? That's not natural, because clowns are terrifying. I am not the only one who thinks this. The greasepainted freaks should be kept away from the children at all costs, instead of forcing children to play games with them or watch creepy commercials with that bizarre Ronald McDonald and his odd yellow jumpsuit that looks as though he jumped over the prison wall and made a mad dash for society. I truly believe he is the real criminal, not the Hamburgler, who just gets a bad rap. Last year, in the wake of Janet Jackson's nipple scandal, I heard all of these cries, "But the children! Won't someone please think of the children?!" and it's just that, really, when you think about it, the event is far, far less traumatizing than an evening with a clown is. (And, for that matter, it would have been had it been Michael Jackson's nipple)

Mallory at 2/09/2005 05:11:00 PM

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Monday, February 07, 2005

Things That Make You Go Hmmm...

I'm beginning to feel that an apocalypse of sorts is fast approaching because things in the world of celebrity have been amazingly off-kilter and not even in the fab, bizarre sort of way, but, rather, a creepy, scary sort of way.

Consider:

As Popdirt reports, Katherine Jackson alleges that her son is not getting a fair trial because the DA's son is a white supremacist. Now, I ask you...do they get much whiter than Michael Jackson? The man (and I use that term awfully loosely) is practically translucent. Of all the biases that may be working against him (you know, those biases against people who are creepy and law-breaking), race isn't one of them, Mrs. Jackson.

Jojo was at the Heatherette show at Fashion Week. Um, what? Isn't she like six? Shouldn't she be in bed? Why do we continue to reward her for her lamer than lame song "Leave (Get Out)"? Don't people realize that the sooner we ignore her, the sooner she will go away? Why is she at fashion week and I'm not? So many questions.

Bennifer's diamond ring is for sale. Unless one is a celebrity connoisseur of sorts with too much money on their hands (and really, I'd be happy to help you with that), I don't see why anybody would buy it because, for starters, it's tainted by the ick of the Ben Affleck/Jennifer Lopez pairing. And also, if we're being honest, it is what the kids today call "mad ugly". I've seen nicer rings at Claire's. CLAIRE'S! The store is famous for little other than being the hot place for teen girls to shoplift and even their rhinestone rings are better looking than that tacky bauble.

Jordan Knight, Jeff Timmons and Aaron Carter performed at the same concert Surprisingly, the world didn't explode from the force of these has-beens occupying the same space. What? You don't know who they are? Jordan was the guy from New Kids on the Block. No, not the cute young one, that was Joey. No, not the rough tough guy, that was Donnie. No, not the guy that looked like a monkey, that was Jonathan. Yeah, the other guy! Jeff? He's from 98 Degrees. Nope, not the one married to Jessica Simpson. No, not that guy's brother. No, not the overweight troll. Yeah, the other guy who looks like a chipmunk! Aaron Carter? No, it's the guy from Backstreet Boys brother. Who makes out with his sister! Yeah! Now do you understand why I'm so afraid?

Lil' Kim's plastic surgeon made her look like Webster. WEBSTER. That is a good look for nobody except little orphans on 1980s tv shows. I should be happy that she's fully clothed but my GOD, she's taking STYLE CUES from EMMANUEL LEWIS.

I think it's the end of the world as we know it.

Somebody hold me, I'm scared.*

*The line starts right after him**

**What, you thought I could make it through an entry without mentioning him? You all don't know me that well at all.***

***I really am scared, though.

Mallory at 2/07/2005 09:41:00 PM

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Saturday, February 05, 2005

SAG Award Thoughts

Ahahaha! No late SAG Awards post for me, no siree, I'm doing it right on time!

Okay, sure, my motives aren't totally altruistic as it was either this or make a review sheet for an exam, but what-evah!

The SAG Awards are one of my favorite awards shows, not because of the whole "actors voting for actors" thing or even because they're entertaining (they're not), but because they're so short. Two hours, done and done. It's so nice! Meanwhile, the 2004 Oscars aren't over yet.

Since you were all so anxiously awaiting my thoughts, here they are.

Mallory at 2/05/2005 10:42:00 PM

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Friday, February 04, 2005

An Ode To Bitchface

Bitchery, bitchery, I love you! Yes, I doooo!

As someone famous once said, "Life is too short for celebrities to waste time being nice".

Okay, no one famous said that....yet, but it is a way of life.

Celebrities, as you all know, are different from the rest of us. They don't follow normal rules when it comes to clothing, salary and normal human relationships. And they're all the better for it, really.

Many celebrities are out and out hateful people-we've heard stories of temper tantrums, catfights and even tales of assistants being beaten with cell phones. We call this phenomenon bitchcraft.

Bitchcraft is, quite simply, the art of being a bitch. You know, someone who is straight up mean and nasty. Someone who doesn't believe that other people have feelings or doesn't care either way.

Often times, bitchcraft manifests itself in bitchface, which is the obvious physical representation of bitchiness. There are varying stages of bitchface and various celebrities who convey them perfectly.

Stage One: Obvious Boredom

What does a celebrity do when they are sick of the questions being asked of them? Why, they roll their eyes and make a face, like Sarah Michelle Gellar does here.


Stage Two: Obvious Disgust

A bitchy celeb can't help but show her disgust with a commoner or, in this case, the skeezy brother of her boyfriend. Watch Mischa Barton do it like a pro:


Stage Three: Disdain

The third stage in the bitchface cycle occurs when the celebrity in question looks peeved or haughty even when her face is resting. It's almost as though her face can't express anything other than bitchiness. Linda "We don't get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day" Evangelista, a bitch goddess, does it perfectly:


Stage Four: Bitchery Ahoy!

Once a celebrity passes through the first three stages, she can't be bothered ever again to hide her repulsion in front of cameras and just looks evil, like one Ms. Jennifer Lopez does:


Stage Five: Da Baddest Bitch

The last stage of bitchface is a face of arrogance, boredom, disgust and entitlement that few people can manage to convey all at once, but Gwyneth Paltrow shows us how.


Gwyneth Paltrow is the bitch goddess.

And one could, quite possibly, make some sort of theory about Ben Affleck's tendency to date women with major bitchface who so obviously hate him, thereby making him their bitch. Interesting....

There you have it, the five stages of bitchface. Let it be a lesson to you aspiring arrogant readers, learn from the masters. And remember--always sneer, nose in the air and don't be afraid to push and shove.

Mallory at 2/04/2005 06:36:00 PM

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Wednesday, February 02, 2005

1999 All Over Again

Some of you may know that I've been on a strange and bizarre boyband kick as of late. The reasons for this kick are too complicated to explain at this time, but they can't even fully explain the randomness of these songs.

Like...remember SoulDecision? And 5ive? Yeah, that's right, I've been listening to the ghetto boybands, not The Backstreet Boys, or even 98 Degrees. No, instead I have been playing songs like "Faded" and "When The Lights Go Out", the classic 1999 ode to date rape. Consider the lyrics: "Babe, I swear you will succumb to me". Um, jigga what?!

And yet, I can't stop listening. To quote Nancy Kerrigan-"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"

Luckily, my partner in crime, Ms. P, has also been on this same kick, though the fact that both of us are listening to these songs should disturb me more than comfort me, as it means that two people out there in the year 2005 are rocking out to 5ive, but I take my solace where I can.

P: Who greenlighted that song?
Me: And who sold their soul to the devil to make it so hidiously danceable?
P : And "stick-in-your-head"-able?
M: As with all things, I blame it on GWB. Don't tell me he doesn't rock out to it at the ranch
P : HEE! It's truly the song of the Bush presidency. WMD investigators got ya down? "I'm kind of faded, but I feel all right." Sadaam Hussein? "I can't pretend that you're only my friend . . ." Florida? "When I make up your mind you'll be comin' on home with me . . ."
M : Hahahaha!
M : I think we just solved the mystery that has plagued our country since 2000
P : Osama bin Laden? "Yeah you know you goooooooooot it, and you know I waaaaaaaaaaaant it."
P : Hee! Very true.
P : He's takin' all his cues from soulDecision.
M: He is! You know Babs was listening to a mixtape and he overheard and his mind was blown
P : Racial profiling? "When I get you all alone, I'm gonna take off all your clothes . . . "
P : He thought, "There's wisdom in them thar' boybanders!"
M : And then Barbara was all, "MO-OM, I CAN'T FIND MY TAPE!" and Laura's like, "Jenna, give your sister her tape back" and Jenna's like, "God, I don't have it!" and W walks by, jamming to a walkman
P : Hee. And Condi passes out the lyrics to his cabinet at the start of every meeting. "Gentleman, let us not lose our focus, our inspiration. Remember: he who fails to "hit it" is lost."
M: That's why Colin Powell left, he was more fond of the female popstars of the late 90s-The Spice Girls, Britney, Xtina, Mandy Moore, etc.
P : Exactly. And now Bush is all, "I want you back!" and Powell is all, "When I . . .THOUGHT I KNEW YOU . . .!"
P : And Condi is all pitious, like, "Dubya? Hit me, baby? One more time?"
M : And John Ashcroft used to be all "HEY HEY, WE'RE THE MONKEES!", trying to fit in and shit, and everybody would just stare sadly
P : Shaking their heads.
P : And Powell, on his way out, leans over, and whispers, "I'm sorry you don't have what I have."
M : And Dubya's all mad, "You'll succumb to me" under his breath
P : While over in the corner, Condi sniffles, all "Show me the meaning . . . of beeeeeeeeing lonely . . ."
M : She and Karen Hughes used to have dance-offs to "It's Gonna Be Me" over who was Dubya's BFF. Karen lost, that's why she resigned.

Hillary was really onto something with her talk of a vast right wing conspiracy. It even tainted the world of bubblegum pop music. Bush and Co. have a lot to answer for, including JoJo, Aaron Carter and the Duffs. Please remember, when you see the Bush pop music information in history textbooks, that you heard it here first.

Mallory at 2/02/2005 07:02:00 PM

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