sightings or love interests of most celebretards, find this page particularly intoxicating. But not from the catch-up-on-gossip-&-OMG-see-what-they’re-wearing viewpoint. Nope, I’m there purely to make fun of them, & I’m sure I’m not the only one who does it.
You see, each week, they feature three big soirees in NYC & Photoshop a handful of the beautiful together in one neat little horizontal grouping. One of the “famous” people’s bigger than all the others, like King or Queen Cutout, ‘cause he or she deigned to speak to the press & be quoted. Usually, the quotes make me sad. ‘Cause they’re out of touch. Or just plain ignorant.
Anhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifyhow, the super-fun game I like to play with these celebrescapes is to try to deduce the event with the collection of names & faces in attendance. Anytime there’s an Olsen twin, my gut reaction says it’s either, “2nd Annual Eating Disorder Ice Cream Social at The Hog Pit in the Meatpacking District!” or “Marc Jacobs’ Fundraiser to Buy Pullover Sweaters for Absurdly Large Headed People, Hosted by the Society of Disproportionately Giant Heads at Trump Tower.” I’m rarely wrong.
So, play along with me on this one—from the February 14th issue. Let’s see, I see people much younger than me…who get paid too much…to do something meaningless…typically not very well…dressed like homeless people…though those rags probably cost each of their stylists a small fortune….
My guess is, it’s “The Biennial Tacky Clothing and Accessory Swap Meet for Talentless Youth, hosted by J-Lo & Mark Anthony’s Placenta, at Washington Square Park.”
What do you think?
