I was hangin’ out last night, watching Tori and Dean, Home Sweet Hollywood (OMG…did I just admit that?) when I got a text from my brother. He had just turned on the news and heard that Estelle Getty - the one and only Sophia from Sicily - had passed away.

Golden Girls was one of my all-time favorite shows growing up, and even more so now that I actually understand all the jokes. It was Boca Raton’s answer to Sex and the City…before Carrie Bradshaw was even tapping away on her MacBook. It was way ahead of its time, and has since stood the test of time. Not the fashion, maybe, but the content for sure.

Of course, Sophia wasn’t Getty’s only role. This woman was a comedic genius and definitely someone I have always looked up to (metaphorically, of course). I spent all morning looking for funny old videos of her career on YouTube (because my DVD collection of the entire Golden Girls series isn’t enough), but instead found a bunch of crazy people making sad montages set to depressing tunes. It just didn’t seem to fit; this woman spent her life making us laugh. Why should we remember her with tears?

Then I found this gem. Estelle Getty at her finest. God, I love this woman.

As the 5th season of Project Runway draws nearer (next week! Yessss!), I can’t contain my excitement. I have spent the past week watching all the season marathons (one of the perks of workin’ at home!) and I have even been doin’ a little runway walking everywhere I go. Yes, that is a true story.

In honor of the big event (it will be the last good season of the show before it moves to Lifetime…ew), I decided to take a trip down PR Memory Lane. Where are the big winners now and, more importantly, where can I buy their sh*t?

Jay McCarroll:
We haven’t seen much of Jay since his big win on the first season of Project Runway. Well, I saw him once doing some weird thing where he sat in a window front in some store in NY and talked about all the people walking by. But in terms of designing – the reason he won the freaking show – there has been, well, nothing. It has been years since Jay walked that delicious line down the runway and…nothing. Not a peep. Not a single stitch.

Well, he is finally in business. Online business, to be exact. But is he selling gorgeous knits? Is he making people “see fashion in a new and different way”? No. He’s making f-ing t-shirts…and ugly bags.
Ugh. Bring us the knits, man. The knits! Read More »

When I walked into the room the first time I met my friend Becca, I saw her sitting at her desk and immediately hated her. She was just too perfect; she was tiny, wore great clothes, had perfect and shiny long brown hair and was just beautiful. She even had perfect freaking handwriting.

I walked past her, gave her a once over and vowed to make her my enemy. As I sat down behind her, Becca turned around and began talking to me. And she was just so nice; bubbly, friendly, funny. As much as I wanted to hate this girl, she was making it damn near impossible. Like a Lifetime after-school special, we became fast friends and have remained that way ever since. (Side note: It is still hard to hit the bars with this one because men fall instantly in love with her…while I chug beers in the corner.)

Anyhoo, yesterday I was chatting with Becca about our current man problems. Becca, it seems, is dating the perfect man who does and says the perfect things and pretty much adores her (as he obviously should…the girl is the complete package!). Yet, even with all of that, Becca finds herself doubting the entire thing and expecting the worst. She is constantly questioning if he likes her, if he wants to be with her and if she is getting too attached. Read More »

Reason 798 why the Internet creeps me out: (which is even weirder than reason 797: the government probably reading everything I’ve ever put on here), people not being who they say they are online.

Wired Magazine recently featured a story that is the mother of all mistaken Internet identity tales, and reads like some kind of psychotic Lifetime movie of the week. Stay with me now.

Thomas Montgomery, a 45-year-old husband of 16 years and father of two teenage girls was living a pretty uneventful life in upstate New York. After spending 12 years at the same boring job, something inside Montgomery must have snapped, causing the man to live a monotonous life no more—at least in cyberspace. Deciding to log onto the game and chat site Pogo.com as a “19-year-old marine” named Tommy who was getting ready to ship out to Iraq, stood 6 feet tall, and had a “9 inch dick”, Montgomery set out to live a double life.

And live it he did, once he began talking to a 16-year-old girl from Virginia named Jessi. Jessi fell in love with Montgomery’s Tommy, talking to him for hours at night and sending him G-strings in the mail. Read More »