Has Luxury shopping LOST its LUXury?

I recently sat down with friends for lunch, most of whom are in luxury retail. We got on the subject of this past holiday season, and what it was like- busy, good customers, making money, etc. But what dominated the conversation was actually the topic of the “customers”. Now to clarify, there are “Clients”: (those who are repeat shoppers who work one-on-one with their Sales Associate, and generally spend more money than the average shopper- THEY ARE GOOD!). The “customers” are the “one-time-buyer”, who is NOT (yet, or ever will be) a client, and usually shopping in a place CLEARLY out of their league.  Some of these stories I heard made me realize that: A) there are some REALLY stupid people out there, B) the English language & grammar is finished (as we know it); C) LuAnn De Lesseps song sings true: “Money Can’t Buy You Class”.

Story 1- STUPID PEOPLE

A woman came into a Luxury store, looked at some men’s loafers, and asked the Salesperson, “it says (brand) here, but it doesn’t say “made-in-Italy” anywhere”. The Salesperson replied, “yes, you’re right. Actually none of the Men’s shoes say that.” She replied, “But some of the Women’s do?”. The salesperson responded, “correct, some of the Women’s Collection Shoes do say it.” She takes a moment to think about it, then says,” well…. are these… copies?” (REALLY LADY??!?!?!?!!? You’re IN the ACTUAL STORE and you’re asking if they are REAL?!?!?!?!)  The Salesperson said, “Excuse me, you are in a (brand) store- we don’t sell copies.” DAMN GOOD ANSWER! Tell her to GET OUT!) Another friend said that if it were him, he would have loved to mock her, and say, “oh yes, these are copies. We have such a high demand, that we can’t make enough; so we get copies made in China and sell them under our own roof.” (GOD,  I WISH I COULD HAVE SEEN THAT HAPPEN).

Story 1.5 (more stupidity)

A woman comes into a Luxury store’s shoe department. She asks,”are you having sale?” Salesperson says, “yes, all sale shoes are in this section here.” The customer walks over to a completely different shoe section and asks, “are these on sale?” Sales associate, “No, only these shoes here.” (pointing back to the sale section just shown). Customer asks, “So these aren’t on sale then?” ( NO !!!! THOSE AREN’T ON SALE!!! OTHERWISE THEY’D BE IN THE SALE AREA!!!!!)

PART 2- THE END OF PROPER GRAMMAR (… and more Stupidity)

A woman walks in to a luxury store, and says,” you don’t got any red bags?”     THE CORRECT QUESTION WOULD BE, “Do you have any red bags?”.

Person walks into a luxury store. Salesperson greets with a smile and says, “Hello!” Customer responds with, “I’m just looking.”  My favorite Salesperson response to that? Salesperson, “and I’m just saying hello…”

A man picks up a black display shoe and asks,”what color is this?” The salesperson responds, “It’s Black”. The customer says, “Is it? It looks Navy. Are you sure it’s not Navy?” The Sales Associate (WHO KNOWS WHAT COLOR IT IS- HI, THEY WORK THERE) responds, “Yes, I’m sure. It only comes in Black”. The Customer: “Oh yeah, it is.  I’m looking for black, just wanted to make sure.” Then a pause, “You don’t have this in Navy?” (NO THEY DON’T HAVE IT IN NAVY!!!!!)  Salesperson says, “no, like I said, it only comes in black.” Customer asks, “you don’t have my size?” Sales associate says, ” I don’t know, you haven’t told me your size.” (THESE “CUSTOMERS” ARE SO STUPID!!!!) Then the customer asks, “well, what size is this?”  The salesperson takes shoe, looks at size, and replies, “It is an 8”. The Customer says, “that’s not my size”.  Associate has to ask, “well, what size do you want?” The customer answers, “I need a 10”. (DUH YOU F***ING IDIOT!!!!!!! JUST TELL THE SALESPERSON WHAT SIZE YOU WANT IN WHAT SHOE!!!!!!!! IT’S ACTUALLY VERY EASY!!!!! ALL THAT STUPID CONVERSATION FOR NOTHING!!!!!)

Woman walks in to luxury store, asks, “Where are your wallets?” Salesperson replies, “They are in all the cases here. Are you looking for a specific color?” Customer answers, “no, just looking…. can I see this black one?” Salesperson shows it to her. Customer asks, “what other colors does it come in?” Salesperson responds, “grey and blue.” The customer asks, “you don’t have it in pink?” (IF SHE HAD IT IN PINK, DON’T YOU THINK SHE WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU??????) Customer then says,” I really want a bright color wallet.” (THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING LOOKING AT A BLACK WALLET??? THE SALESPERSON ASKED IF YOU WERE LOOKING FOR A PARTICULAR COLOR!!!!)

When people ask, “you don’t have this..?.” , or “you don’t “got” this..?”, (GROSS) or “you don’t carry…?” ALREADY SETS THE TONE in a NEGATIVE manner, and having the salesperson NOT want to help you. (ie: you are “setting self up for confirmation of disappointment and failure”). The correct way to ask for something would be, “DO you have this…?” or, “DO you carry…?” Asking in a positive manner would be more engaging in having the Salesperson WANTING to help you!

PART 3- “Money Can’t Buy You Class”

This last part will probably anger people, but hey- I’m writing what I see and hear.

Recently, during my shopping excursions/outings/researching, I have noticed more and more….how shall I put this…. “conflicting demographics” in luxury stores.  On one side of the boutique is an upscale Jewish family, wife carrying a $12,000 Hermes; while on the other side is a bunch of “rapper wannabes” (Not an actual real successful rapper), with their pants hanging below their butts, underwear in complete exposure, Gucci belt, shoes; and smelling of marijuana. Or a young Korean couple shopping, the lady done up in a Chanel jacket,  jeans, and Louboutins; while a group of Middle Americans, overweight with dyed hair, piercings, (and clearly a decade behind in fashion), wander through the store, saying,” this store is so expensive, look how much this is, lets try things on”.

SIGH.

While there is a part of me that believes, “everyone is created equal”, … that’s where it stops. Created. Everyone WAS created equally- It’s what people have BECOME, what they have MADE OF THEMSELVES, how they REPRESENT THEMSELVES, that make me think they are not “equal”. Imagine you have gone through college, earned degrees, finally made a name for yourself, and can create a lifestyle you can afford. Like the Jewish/Hermes bag-woman, and the Korean couple: they have clearly made their mark, paid their dues, worked hard to get the things they want, or have inheirited a lifestyle that continues to involve themselves in a surrounding they appreciate and respect.

On the other hand, everyone can aspire to be someone, or be a better person, or want the “finer things in life” right? But how are we to take them seriously when they represent themselves in a place where, what they represent, does not in fact, belong? I can imagine a whole bunch of people telling me I’m too judgmental,  racist, stuck up, etc. Try this: the “rapper wannabes” I used for example? When I see this, I think, “What would Barack and Michelle Obama think? Or Oprah? They don’t dress like this. Would they be saddened to see their fellow race representing themselves like this?  Or do you think they would embrace the culture and think nothing of it?” I believe they would feel embarrassed, JUST the SAME way I WOULD , when those “Middle Americans” represent themselves the way they do, and people would think to put ME in that same category.

Luxury isn’t Luxury when the co-habitat of different groups of people are all of a sudden “fish-bowled”. It isn’t meant to be, for these groups to be shopping under the same roof together. Think of their living situations- Do they live in the same neighborhoods? NO. Do they eat at the same restaurants? NO.

Luxury is not luxury when anyone can just go in and buy it. You have to EARN IT, and RESPECT IT.

2011 in Review- THANK ALL OF YOU!! HAPPY NEW YEAR

See you in 2012!!!

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 29,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 11 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Happy Merry Christmahanukkwanza? BAH-HUMBUG!!!

DISCLAIMER: The following article is written BY me, FROM me, with MY beliefs. (as are all my articles). However- do not get crazy, do not get pissy- everyone is entitled to their own holiday, based on their own religion. I am not saying any is better, greater, equal, or worse- just my opinion. See??  Look at the holidays- and how being “P.C.” (politically correct) has ruined CHRISTMAS.

PS: I grew up non denominational, no religious background. I went to church a couple times with a classmate’s family, and it wasn’t for me. But that’s a WHOLE other story.

Here are a few examples of how people being “PC” have done so:

Here is an “info pop-up” on the OnDemand Holiday Hits Music Channel I caught. MALL SANTAS CAN’T SAY “HO, HO, HO???” That’s what Santa’s SUPPOSED TO SAY!!!! Is there anything else he even says???? Whatever Women’s Right’s Group came up with this needs to remove the Giant Coal from their ASS and shove it down their throat!!! (either that, or the women who did complain were hoe’s… and it’s their inner guilt… I mean, have you SEEN what girls wear to the malls these days anyway? HOOKERS!)

And this one….  REALLY??!?!? WTF is WRONG with PEOPLE???? WHO CARES- It’s a cartoon drawing of Santa- (who DOESNT REALLY EXIST ANYWAY!!! (sorry kids- adult website)). The fact that Coca Cola received letter(S) – meaning MULTIPLE- over this is SO STUPID, it makes me want to find these SAD, INSECURE, P.C. HYPER FREAKS, and WRING their necks!!!!

And then this crap. That we all need to say “HAPPY HOLIDAYS” now, or wear merchandise that covers all bases so that we “don’t OFFEND anyone, or their religion.” JESUS CHRIST!

We live in AMERICA, a country founded on Christianity. And even though the US is a “welcoming melting pot” of all cultures, races, religions, and beliefs- American traditions should be respected. If I am in another country, it is appropriate for me to respect another country’s traditions, no? For example, if I say “Merry Christmas” to someone, and their response is, “I’m Jewish”, then  I’M the insensitive one?????  Be grateful I’m wishing you something nice! Just Smile at least! I have many Jewish friends, (I often feel that sometimes I am even Jewish regarding certain matters 🙂 ) Sometimes I say “Happy Hanakkuh” to them, because I respect them, But if I don’t know your faith, for example Jewish, I just say “Happy Holidays”.  The fact that we are all running around saying “HAPPY HOLIDAYS” just to not “OFFEND” anyone is ridiculous. I GREW up saying “Merry Christmas”, so that’s what I say. It is a RECOGNIZED AMERICAN NATIONAL HOLIDAY.  God forbid I say anything to a Jehova’s Witness.

All I can hope for, is something like this photo a reader sent to me:

YES! Just acknowledgment of fellow man (and to be PC- women), and remember that the Holidays, and CHRISTMAS is about love, and kindness to others.

See this? Forgiveness, and Christmas Spirit.

And this? LOVE and COMPASSION.

Regardless of religion, from me… MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

WHO LIED TO ME???

Yes Readers, there was a time- when I thought that I was invincible. It was called “My 20’s”. I partied, drank, thought I was a rockstar- and I enjoyed EVERY moment and hangover associated with it. I could even say, they were the best times of my life. That was, until Oct 2007- when I got a DUI. Yes- my perfect partying lifestyle came SCREECHING to a halt. My punishment? A night in jail, thousands of dollars in fines, 6 months of DUI class (3 hours long) once a week;  4 hours at the hospital looking at slides and hearing horrible stories about drunk driving accidents, and then finally- spending 4 hours at the L.A. Coroner’s- which changed my life. (I only recently went), and as of yesterday- I am finished!!!!!!!  Of course, I am still on probation till March 2013- But that time in my life is over.

I wanted to share with all of you my experience at the Coroner’s- because I hope NONE of you will ever have to go through what I did. The following is an essay I was required to turn into the court about my experience. I hope it changes the way you think, and makes the responsible part of you always come out on top.

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“It has been 4 days since I have been to the LA Coroner’s office as part of my HAM program, and I am required to write about my experience. As for the stalling of writing this essay- it has its reasons.  I planned on going home, and writing about it immediately, so it was fresh in my mind and I could get it over with. When I left the Coroner’s, I was starving- I hadn’t eaten anything, as I had been there for 4 hours. I went to meet my husband for lunch, and unfortunately, ended up going to a deli. I didn’t want to talk about what I saw, because it was inappropriate while eating, but every bite I took of sliced meat made me recall the images of the countless bodies and open cadavers.  My stomach was rolling, my throat was closing up… even the mayo oozing out of the bread conjured images of the liquid “jelly-like” substance I saw pooling up on the steel cold metal gurneys that brushed by me as I stood in the “freezer”.  After lunch, I went home, and called my father, told him what I had just endured. Then I called my mother, and told her the same. Then my sister…. It was like a trickle effect, as I started calling my family and close friends- I didn’t want to believe I was the only person who had just witnessed what I had seen. I realized that I needed the comfort of someone close to help ease the shock.  For the rest of the day, all I could think of were the bodies. That night, I went to the movies with a friend, trying to get my mind off “this day”. While describing it, my friend was in awe, and sympathetic. Driving home from the movies, I saw 3 different police cars, all with lights on. It made me think of car crashes, and death. I went to bed that night, still thinking of bodies.

When I went to work the next day, I told my coworkers about the experience. They all had a mixture of morbid curiosity, disgust, and sympathy.  They all had questions, like “what did you see?”, and “how many were there?” and “how did you do it?”.

What did I see? Something indescribable. But I will do my best. The thing is, you can read what I describe, but you cannot feel it, smell it or sense it, or experience it.

We started by watching an hours worth of slideshows depicting horrific death scenes, like cars wrapped around trees with its drivers dismembered, or a car burnt by fire with it’s victims body skinless and charred. There was even a photo of a pregnant woman, missing a leg, half her face gone, body bloodied, who apparently thought it was fun to race her 2 seater convertible corvette with 3 other people in it- her 2 other children and boyfriend in the car. Only the boyfriend survived, as there was no photo of him- just photos of the 2 teenage children who whose bodies were only partially intact. Imagine explaining that situation to the rest of the family.

 

The next part of our “tour” was down to the receiving area, where the bodies come in. We were all given masks to wear, as well as gloves and booties. Clearly, we were going to a very unsafe, untouchable, and forbidden place. All 18 of us huddled together in the tight quarters, and there in the room was our first body. It was “fresh”, coming in from a crime scene or accident, with a sheet barely covering. The feet flopped as the gurney bumped. The head of hair was curly, and the face- a real dead face. Eyes were closed, but for the first time- death. I could feel this lack of… something. The room was cold, and not just because of the temperature, but because there was a feeling of a “lack of life”. As our guide had another staff member talk about his daily routine, I started to not hear any words. It was as if I was deaf. I heard him speaking, but I wasn’t listening. Because I moved to the left, and felt something touch my back. It was another body on a gurney. And then another one came through the door. All of a sudden, 3 lifeless, bloody bodies are surrounding us, and the tension in the room amongst us- you could cut it with a knife. One girl clutched to me as I whispered, “don’t look.” Another girl was closing her eyes, breathing heavily, and looking at the floor, as the staff were making jokes- seeing as they see this everyday. For the average human, death is not something you prepare yourself for. Especially not like this.

Then the worst part of the tour happened. We were shown into “The Freezer”. They prepped us by saying, “stay close together, there are a lot of bodies. We don’t want you to touch them, so huddle”. The doors opened, and it was as if I were transported into a movie studio’s horror department. I still see this image very clearly, and I don’t think I will ever be able to erase it from my mind. The room was the size of a grocery store. I took a breath, and I smelled the most horrible stench. It was a mixture of chemicals and frigid air, stale meat and metal, and something else- I wouldn’t have known how to describe it , but now I can say I know what death smells like. The bodies, not rows of gurneys as I thought, were stacked- up to 6 bodies high, on metal shelving units. There were rows. And rows. I felt the insane feeling of wonderment, only it was in an unbelievable, and unrealistic feeling. I thought, “this can’t be real”. Over and over in my head, I kept telling myself, “how can this be? This looks like props in movies, are these really real dead bodies?” My questions would soon answered, as I looked closer. There was a body in a plastic bag, bloated with air, and dark green. The instructor told us that was a decomposing body they found. Then she pulled back a sheet to expose another body, bloated and overweight, dirty and disheveled. She said it was a homeless person, and at this time of year- they get a lot. And another body, also half covered in a plastic sheet, only this one was covered in blood, the arms, legs, face- all dark crimson red.  It felt as if we were in a Costco meat department, behind the butchers glass, that you see as a customer. Only this wasn’t meat- this was flesh. Cold flesh. Some in tact, others missing limbs. But the toes… the rows and rows of toes…you could see their toe nails, some of the feet were yellow, others pasty white. It seemed never-ending. It was like a bad dream, and then it hit me like a wall. We were not in a horror movie’s prop shop- these bodies were real, and their owners lives are now gone. Where are their families? Who is now left without a father, a son? Or a mother, or daughter? All of what was in front of me once had life, was talking, eating, walking…. now gone. In an instant. No pretend, no second chances. DEATH. These people were dead.

As we walked out of the “freezer”, we passed by an are containing small shelving, almost resembling bins. In them, were scattered bags, some larger than others, but mostly smaller. We were asked what we thought these were for, and the majority of us mumbled, “body parts?”.  Someone even suggested “animals?”. No, she replied, this is were they keep the babies. I think everyone bowed their heads at the same time. Either that, or closed their eyes. I couldn’t believe we were seeing this. It had just gone too far to handle. And then our guide pulled out a red bag, and just peeking out, was a tiny foot, no bigger than 4 inches. I couldn’t take it anymore. No one should be subjected to seeing a dead baby. I closed my eyes, and as I did, a tear went down the side of my face. I didn’t want to hear her explain how the baby died, or how they found it. I didn’t want to do this anymore. My breath was short, and my emotions were taught. I am not trained to be around this, and it was heart wrenching.

We finally left that room, promised to go back up to get our certificates. I couldn’t wait, I didn’t want to see anything more. We were led down a hallway, only it didn’t go straight to our orientation room. We had to pass several rooms to get there, and with every room, was a stop with commentary. There was an evidence room, where they collect DNA samples, only this wasn’t like a CSI episode, with nice clean walls, glass, and computers. There was blood, there was cold concrete.  It was like a sick maze that you were forced to see, as if we were held captive by a villain, and led through torture chambers. I couldn’t look- the explanation of what was going on inside these rooms- the autopsies- were grotesque in description, that a visual to go with it would be unbearable. I kept my head down through this maze of hallway and horror shops, occasionally getting a side glimpse of a bloodied and dismembered body only inches from me, just waiting on a gurney, to be next on the tables. And then there was one moment, where I happened to lift my head and look. Maybe it was out of curiosity, maybe it was only to see where the end of this death trail was going. But I happened to look up at the exact moment of passing an autopsy room, and the sight I saw- I can never erase. A human torso, very large, probably that of a man, was propped upright, and was headless. There was nothing beneath the belly, no legs. The skin had been cut down the center, and peeled back, and pinned, exposing the entire ribcage and organs. It was like a slab of meat, pink and red, liver, and intestine. Displayed as if it were a madman’s slayed victim. It is an image that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

From that point on, I didn’t look up again. We were only in that hallway for a couple more minutes, until reaching the stairwell, and brought up to the daylight. We received our completion papers, and as I left, my mouth blurted out questions my mind must have wanted to know. I asked, “how many bodies are in there, how many come in a day?”. I don’t know why I wanted to know, I think it was my subconscious wondering how people could be around this all day, everyday. That this was their job, their life, their daily routine- seeing this EVERY day. The answer I received was, “We have about 250 bodies now, probably averaging about 15 a day. L.A. has the highest in the nation, that yearly- the body count is around 10,000”. Of course, this is not all from drunk driving, but it makes you think- how could we make that number smaller, just by having people not drink and drive? What if LA got responsible, and was able to cut it in half, so that the only bodies in there were from old age, or really tragic accidents. The murders, the suicides,…all that may be out of our hands in some ways, but getting behind the wheel, and killing someone or even yourself, to see those bodies, one after anther, every day- there is no reason. If everyone had to see what I saw- I believe  people would be so afflicted, that they would not get behind the wheel of a car not sober.

Since my arrest in Oct 2007, I have not once, been behind the wheel intoxicated in any way. And as for the future, there will not be a chance in hell that I ever will. I will not be responsible for taking anyone’s life.

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I wish everyone a SAFE and HAPPY HOLIDAY.

 

 

 

LINDSAY LOHAN BARES for PLAYBOY!

Lindsay Lohan‘s  FULL Playboy spread has leaked!!!!!!!!!

And….. She looks AMAZING!!!!!!

And OF COURSE, she is channeling NON OTHER than her favorite persona, Marilyn Monroe. (who did this “almost exact” style of shoot for Playboy for their original issue in 1955).

And OF COURSE, she is channeling NON OTHER than her favorite persona, Marilyn Monroe. (who did this “almost exact” style of shoot for Playboy for their original issue in 1955).

It is also rumored that Lindsay will appear on The Ellen Degeneres show Dec 15 to promote her issue.  If she does, it will be her first “live” television interview since all of her court and jail drama.

The actual magazine itself will be out on shelves Dec. 15…. So go grab your copy before they’re gone. THESE ARE GONNA SELL LIKE CRAZY! I will be at the newsstands EARLY!

(Now I wish I had seen this 2 weeks earlier, when she was sitting at a table next to us @ dinner in Venice! I would have told her, “DAMN!” 🙂

And the following are my 2 favorite…. can you say PAM ANDERSON anyone?

LOVE THIS. This time, she got it right!  (and, she’s “wearing” the YSL TRIBUTE!)

AMERICA: ONE HOLIDAY AT A TIME… PLEASE!!!

Everywhere you go, it’s Christmas. Lights are lit, trees are up, and decorations are hung….

Target Christmas decor - Oct 28

L.A.'s Susina Bakery Christmas tree- Nov 12th

Beverly Center's Ice Palace (Santa's House)

The Grove "Tree Lighting Ceremony"... NOV 13TH!!!!

… And it’s not even Thanksgiving yet.

I’m all for the holidays, but Xmas is ALREADY a MONTH LONG… (Hello..! THAT MUSIC?!?!??) So, can we please NOT have 3 MONTHS of it?

The scariest day of the year, BLACK FRIDAY, is upon us. 2 days away. YET, on my way out of Best Buy today, I see this:

I then read this online:

“Windy Lawrence of Mesquite, Texas made national headlines with her decision to camp out with her family in front of a Best Buy on Nov. 20, far ahead of most other shoppers preparing to wait for Black Friday sales.

“Last year we came and didn’t get anything we wanted,” Lawrence told Fox News. She is staying in the tent with her mother and young daughter, and has stocked up on food, water, sleeping bags and a heater as she waits. “We decided to come early this year so we can be sure to be the first ones to get in the door.”

“Lawrence told reporters she had her eye on a 42-inch television that will cost $199 at Best Buy on Black Friday 2011. By the time Nov. 23 rolled around, countless other consumers had joined her in tents at Mesquite and across America, and the same 42-inch TV has become one of Best Buy’s most anticipated items.”

IF MY PARENTS DID THAT TO ME, I WOULD KIL MYSELF. THAT IS TORTURE!!!!!!!! CHILD NEGLECT!!!!!! THIS IS CHILD CRUELTY!!!!!

There is even some sh*t online called “Occupy Best Buy” to “create a movement for all the “amazing deals”.

LISTEN UP PEOPLE: THIS IS CAPITALISM SCAMMING AT ITS BEST:  THE MORE DEALS OUT THERE- THE MORE YOU THINK YOU’RE SAVING, BUT YOU SPEND MORE ANYWAY!!!

A week in the cold to get a TV for $199… TRAGIC. SAD. DESPERATE…… GROSS.

Here is an ad from West Elm:

West Elm

Opening at 8am… (wow, an extra 2 hours) before the normal 10am opening time… WHY BOTHER?!

Here is one of my Faves this year.  Nordstrom’s Black Friday advertising was this:

Which is so brilliant, and SO STUPID at the same time.  FIRST: IT AGREES WITH EVERYTHING I’M SAYING!!!  ONE HOLIDAY AT A TIME!!! WOO HOO!!!

BUT THEN….. LOOK AT THE DATE- this years Black Friday is Nov.25th….

FIRED!!!!! WHOEVER IN THE MARKETING DEPT OF NORDSTROM SHOULD BE FIRED!!!! WHAT A F***ING IDIOT. NOT TO MENTION ALLLLLLLL THE PEOPLE WHO APPROVED THIS.

IDIOTS…..

6 degrees of Celebrity Halloween!

As you know, Halloween is just around the corner- and everyone’s excited to be somebody else. Recently, at the Michael Jackson Tribute Concert in Wales, Christina Aguilera made headlines- and not in a good way. GONE were the days of “sexy”, “xtina”, “stripped” or “Lady Marmalade”.  She disappointed my entire generation (and repelled our current one) with this HORRIBLE outfit:

This is the reason my site is named what it is… WHO LIED TO YOU? Her Stylist, Manager, Boyfriend, Agent, Hair/Makeup team? NO ONE SAID ANYTHING, and let her go up on stage like this?????

Which got me to thinking- MAYBE Christina is such a HUGE fan of Halloween, that she was dressed up early- as a BLONDE SNOOKI!!!! The body is right- a lil, round meatball!

 

And then I found this pic of Snooki on the beach, and I know that she is going as LIL KIM for Halloween:

I mean, Snooki nails it! The same family of prints, cutouts, sunglasses, body type….

Which got me to thinking about Lil Kim, and what happened to her. And no, not her image battle between Nicki Minaj:

(Kim, you gotta let it go…there is no need to battle. Yes, Nicki took some risks and imitated you, but u gotta remember- you WERE first! I L.O.V.E.D you in the 90’s, and you will not be forgotten, but it’s time. Where have you been?? Nicki is younger, new, fresh, and… it’s a new era. Just remember: “Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery”.)

So back to Kim, and wondering where she went, I found her and her PSF (plastic surgery face):

Which THEN got me to thinking….. she wants to be Joceyln Wildenstein/The Catwoman for Halloween!

Joceyln must REALLY love Halloween, because her costume is (unfortunately) permanent. She must have LOVED that 80’s CBS show “Beauty & the Beast”… Because Ron Perlman was HER Inspiration!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! HOPE YOUR OUTFITS ARE JUST AS SCARY! 🙂