politi-couture for the urbane sophisticate
Okay, not really, but I’m sort of irked that John Edwards’ illegitimate child has a misspelled version of my name, Quin. Edwards told “Today” that he is the father of one-year-old Frances Quinn Hunter, with whose mother, Rielle Hunter, the chocolate-mopped North Carolinian had an affair.
In a statement will surely garner many “who’s your daddy?” jokes from my friends, Edwards said:
In preparation of tonight’s “Fashion Takes Flight” event for Luke’s Wings, here’s a sneak peek of what’s to come during the fashion show. We look forward to seeing you there!
Vandy in January can be summed up by one word: Rush. Sorority rush and recruitment consumes the campus, and very few are left untouched in its wake. Those of us in sororities find ourselves literally locked into our prospective houses as voting after rounds stretches into the wee hours of the morning.
After a night of minimal rest, one would want to just throw on sweatpants and call it a day. Unfortunately, even outside of rounds, we are still representing our sororities and have to look put-together despite zombie-like conditions. On Friday I juggled three classes, my internship, and the worst under-eye circles I’ve ever had. Here’s how I made it through the day without passing out or looking like a slob.
1. Coffee and a banana: First thing’s first; without food and caffeine, I would be on the fast track for crashing and burning mid-day. In addition to being nutritious, my banana was quite handy because of its portability. I toted it along in my bag and ate it on the way to class.
2. Black leggings tucked into boots: After spending around 6 hours in heels on Thursday night, my feet needed a break. Comfy flat leather boots mask the casual quality of leggings and make the overall ensemble appear more pulled together, and no one will know that they’re the same leggings I sported last night during voting.
3. Long, swingy black sweater: Nashville’s unpredictable weather means that there could be a balmy January day followed by a frigid night. Layering is great for this, and the cardigan covers up my comfy top when I go to my internship in the afternoon.
4. Sunglasses: Obviously for the aforementioned purple half-moons under each eye.
5. My planner: Without my little leather planner, I would be completely lost. It contains all of my class information, my schedules, my homework, and other necessary information. This trusty device is the reason that today I arrived on time to my classes and made it to work without a glitch.
Luckily Rush is almost over, but until then, I’ll be semi-slumming it in secretly comfortable clothes and eating on the run. Now if I could only figure out how to bring pancakes to class…
In gearing up for the late Ted Kennedy’s vacated seat election Tuesday, wherein the liberal fortress known as Massachusetts may play the role of canary of Democratic party, Little Black Blog has composed a list of some of Martha Coakley’s finest axioms. But since we don’t want to leave a bad taste in your mouth, here’s a picture of Scott Brown as a preface:
But really, she said these things:
(Regarding Catholics) “You can have religious freedom but you probably shouldn’t work in the emergency room.
(Regarding a lack of foreign policy experience) “I have a sister who lives overseas, and she’s been in England and now lives in the Middle East.” (But can she see Russia from her house?)
(When told Scott Brown has the support of Red Sox BAMF Curt Schilling) “another Yankee fan.”
(On immigration law enforcement) “I looked the other way.”
And here’s an ad where she misspells her the very state she is attempting to represent:
What the …? So instead of taking steps to increase security and publicly condemning flagrant acts of narcissism, we pay the White House crashers to host a party in Sin City? An Obamanation.
The Salahis, easily recognizable as the fame hungry couple who hasn’t missed a photo op since the 90s, hosted a party at Pure in Caesar’s Palace. For the complete lowdown, check out POLITICO’s firsthand account of the party. Meanwhile, I’ll be booking bottle service to newly-released Gitmo “non-terrorists.”
Here’s a titillating offer that ratings-hungry NBC probably can’t, and shouldn’t refuse. Last night, during an interview with the former veep nominee, best-selling author and oft-mocked TV show host Glenn Beck aired that he and Palin would be co-hosts on Saturday Night Live. Beck seemed pessimistic of its likeliness, but Palin seems a little more excited.
Personally I’d be more excited if Tina Fey, Palin’s usual impersonator, got a TV slot to air her political opinions, and if Jason Sudeikis penned his feelings of patriotism in a NYT best-selling book.
Now there’s something that’d be funny.
It’s 2010 now, so obviously it’s time for some sprucing. Gone is Michelle Obama’s 2K9 bob, which had grown out long enough for an updo. The First Lady chopped off a few inches, leaving her with a more mature, shorter version that’s probably not long enough for a chignon.
The White House reports that Michelle got her hair cut on Tuesday.
Former supermodel and current First Lady of France Carla Bruni can now add a new job to her CV: grandmother. The statuesque beauty earned that title proudly today after her step-son, Jean Sarkozy, and his wife welcomed a baby boy.
Nicolas Sarkozy and Bruni have both worked hard to maintain a youthful lifestyle and image. Bruni is over a decade junior to the President, who has since embarked upon a grueling fitness regiment to keep up with his hottie wife.
