last night, party girl was on oxygen. of course it was. i was flipping between the pelican brief, party girl and cruel intentions (didja catch that one last night on usa, ful?) and landed on one of those commercials for isaac mizrahi's FABULOUS x-mas special. ugh. if anyone should be banned from ever using this word again, ms. rahi is in pole position. boys will be boys, they say. have you ever wondered who this "they" is and where i can find "them" and dare "them" to beg for my mercy on "their" knees at the end of a sawed-off shotgun? oh, how violent i've become these days. tut tut.

and then there's britney spears. you know, she's legal now. does make her less hot? just asking. and then i realized that i have never seen the women or all about eve. and i couldn't distinguish between armani, gucci and prada even on a good day (well, maybe that's not entirely true). and my superpowered ability to go from asleep in bed to dressed for success in less than 20 minutes raises legitimate concerns regarding my homosexuality. but then, it's so gay to be gay, isn't it?