Showing posts with label pop culture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pop culture. Show all posts

2.28.2013

Talk About Pop Culture


Seriously.  We must discuss this.


I am obsessed with these two.  I stumbled upon this train wreck of a show a few weeks ago.  I am blaming the asses responsible for inventing the month of February.  In Ohio, no less.  February beats my mojo down something fierce.  After months of shitastic weather, come February I resemble a shut-in person.  So after exhausting my DVR and everything worthy of viewing On Demand, I was left with Big Rich Atlanta.  I wanna hate it like I'm supposed to hate gluten and cheese.  But I am a woman obsessed.  I am as obsessed with these two girls as Minaj is with every freak on Idol.  No judging.  Purple wine teeth, too many Outrageous Brownies, and February in Ohio does something to a person.  And it is not something cute or funny.







I'm gonna knock you out



so pretty without makeup

Also pretty without makeup




It’s official.  I’ve done gone and lost my mind.  Spring you better get here quick before the possibility of comatose blonde extensions and wearing Lady Gaga shouldermapad dresses to the grocery seems like a great idea.


kisses,  mrs. V

7.16.2012

Life at Chez V - Talk About Pop Culture


Let’s Talk Pop Culture

Has anyone watched thisPanic inducing.  I had nightmares for two days.  The level of disfunction is mindblowing.


And speaking of habits, I am finally catching up my dvr - because there is NOTHING on television - and refueling my Bravo addiction.  More Rosie. Less Teresa.  Less Ramoner.  Am I the only one who thinks Heather is dude looks like a lady-ish?  

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Next up, SYTYCDI admit to loving this show almost as much as margaritas.


On my bedside table you will not find 50 shades of anything.  Not because I object to the subject matter.  I’m all for reading whatever floats your man in the boat. I simply prefer to read well-written books.   I just finished this and now have a gaping, throbbing hole in the middle of my chest.  As a child of the 80s and parents who owned a hair salon, I grew up in this reality.


Next, I plan to read these…

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

And if I could get to the movies I would be running to see this




because that is one of my favorite movies of all time.  The end.

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