* Amy Winehouse: her whereabouts, her in-and-out relationship with rehab, her crazy husband who is currently incarcerated, her signature beehive, her insistence on wearing ballet slippers everywhere...and her music. Yeah, I don't get it. I didn't drink the Kool-Aid. It's just not that great to me.
* The Hills: Lauren and Heidi and Audrina and...I don't even know anymore. Everyone's all aflutter over whether or it's real or fake, and I just can't watch a show featuring a guy who's last name is "Pratt." I mean, I get that it's entertainment, and if you dig it, so be it. But me? So disinterested.
* Ashley Dupre: I really don't care about the high-class hooker that got Elliot Spitzer booted from the NY Gov's office. I don't care how much Larry Flynt offered her to pose for Penthouse. Or that she was spotted on Girls Gone Wild as an 18-year-old. I don't care where she lives or what her sad, sad story is. I don't want to be her friend on MySpace. And I'm not sorry.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Threesdays: I'm Just Not That Into You
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I'm with you on the call girl. I couldn't care less about her and the scandal, for that matter. I'm sure it only makes it harder for the Sptizer family to see this girl all over the place. Sheesh.
I watch ER and there is a Dr. Pratt. but, otherwise. . I agree.
word, word, and word. also, madonna. seriously? we still care about her? or is that just the gay men?
Word, welllll... and word.
I am kind of in love with The Hills, and the redemption with the Pratt is that he is, actually, a prat.
The only one I've heard of is Amy Winehouse. That young lady needs a burger badly.
The only thing I will say in her defense: impetigo isn't all that rare, if you know what I mean.
I'm with you on all but The Hills. I'm sorry if I disappoint, but first they took away my Dawson's Creek and then they axed the Gilmore Girls. I have to have my "really bad teenage melodrama" tv.
No, no, there's no judgment. It's just that I totally missed the boat on the craze.
And, Kurt, perhaps you're right. Perhaps I'd feel more inclined to like Amy Winehouse if she ate a hamburger every now and again.
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