musings
Like, literally I DIE… Going bananas… Seriously…chic.
Don’t get me wrong, I love me some Bravo reality (Flipping Out, Housewives- NOT New Jersey, Millionaire Matchmaker to name a few), and the Rach’ Zoe project is no exception to the bitchy gay/fab fashion/hot mess vortex that gets me every time.
Haoweverrr (say in Taylor bitch voice), have you noticed that all of the main characters (subjects?) all speak with the same bizarro LA valley girl meet Central PA tween inflection that is making the show borderline unwatchable.
Oh and I hated that leather trenchcoat Rachel forced Brad, but would kill (literallaaay) for the Hermes bracelet RZoe got for Taylor. Bananas!
So this is PB&J.
We are…
Not another chick blog.
Not a gossip rag.
Not fashion critics.
Not fans of Lady Gaga… but her music may or may not be on a gym mix or two.
Not owned by anyone.
We may or may not be pretty.
We may or may not be bitter.
We may or may not be jaded.
But, here we all are, a generation of pretty, bitter and jaded ladies and gents surrounded by a sea of schlock and no one to give it to you straight. This is where this site comes in, providing you with just enough honest to badness down and dirty info to get you through the day.
We are… your morning coffee. Only pink.