You know what’s recession-proof? Spending money that the American people are legally obligated to pay. That’s how the Obamas are doing it.
From Daily Mail:
“U.S. First Lady Michelle Obama and her younger daughter lunched with Spain’s King Juan Carlos and Queen Sofia today at the royal summer residence on the Balearic island of Majorca.
Mrs Obama, nine-year-old Sasha and their entourage flew into the Majorcan capital of Palma from the glitzy Mediterranean resort of Marbella, where they have been staying since Wednesday at a deluxe hotel.
The lunch is Mrs Obama’s last engagement in Spain before flying home to Washington DC, where she has come under fire for her lavish break on the Costa del Sol with 40 friends, which has been estimated at costing U.S. taxpayers £50,000 a day.”
I just hope my tax dollars aren’t contributing to Sasha Fierce’s expanding “hideous pinata-inspired” wardrobe collection. I will, however, chip in to buy Michelle an iron and a pair of shoes that are not comfortable flats. Blech.
Michelle Obama: I’m so comfortable I could fall asleep! Check out my soiled and wrinkly skirt and inappropriate and mismatched metallic flats!
Princess Letizia: I am infinitely sexier.
Michelle Obama: Nonsense! Huffington Post and Rachel Maddow tell me I am the most stylish woman in America.
The USD is down, and apparently so is the temperature in Ke$ha’s dressing room:
With new airport x-ray scanners essentially being a strip search, why not don these rubber pasties to cover up your bits? For only $20 this new set is yours! The pasties come with your choice of the following sexy phrases: “Only my Husband/Wife/Girlfriend/Boyfriend sees me Naked” stamped right on the front. A true crowd pleaser! It can also be used to send a message to that pesky TSA agent who wants to get a drink at the Airport Chilli’s after his shift. Win-Win.
On the heels of Ashlee Simpson’s ombre weave, here’s Britney Spears looking…well:
As an avid fan of all hair treatments, I know this is not how extensions are supposed to look:
How else could you explain this “fashion” statement featuring blad heads and beards from Patrick Mohr? On “women?!”
Editor’s note: Jean shorts have, in this blog, previously been described as “jorts.” Intern Hilary prefers “Jhorts.” We find both to be acceptable.
Many girls, when asked about their favorite clothes, will gush about the perfect pair of jeans. The jeans that just fit so well, look good with everything, and have never let you down. For me, those are my J. Brand pencil leg jeans in Ink (of which I have three pairs). The wash is dark and luxurious, and the amount of stretch in the waist allows me to eat actual meals. Parting with my three inky J. Brands would be hard, indeed.
Now, what is your least favorite article of clothing? The least flattering thing you can imagine someone trying to pull off? Personally, that would have to be jhorts. Jean shorts. Now, I’m not talking about all jhorts—some versions are adorable with strategic rips and a looser fit. These are best paired with a simple, loose tee shirt and gladiator sandals. These jhorts are acceptable.
The unacceptable jhorts are the skin-tight ones with an inseam measuring, well, pretty darn short. Only last night I spied a girl sporting the shortest, tightest pair of jhorts I have ever seen. I had to wonder if she was trying to cut off circulation to her nether regions, or if there was some other motive. Whatever her goal, the message her jhorts screamed was something like, “All hail my camel toe!” She was like a walking horror film because as much as I wanted to stop staring, I just couldn’t peel my eyes away from her horrid fashion choice.
Some may call me judgmental, and if that’s the case, so be it. I won’t lie; I’ve tried on many pairs of jhorts. But, unlike the aforementioned girl, I refuse to settle for unflattering jean shorts that suction themselves to my skin and make my legs fall asleep because of their fit. So my search continues for a pair of suitable jhorts that won’t make my great-grandparents turn over in their graves. Until then, I’ll continue to roll my eyes at girls who look like they’re wearing clothes from Baby Gap.
From and Associated Press story about dressing one’s age, the creative director of Kate Spade, Deborah Lloyd, continued the baseless pandering to the FLOTUS’ horrific fashion choices: [Michelle Obama] “highlights her strengths and maintains a youthful modern look with interesting silhouettes and bright colors, while never trying to dress too young.”
Is that a joke? I’ve seen birthday cakes at a 4-year-old’s birthday party that look more mature.
Keepin’ things fun for the whole family.
