Why in God’s name would anyone keep Kate around instead of Cologne? (I’m still getting over this) All she does is complain and act like a baby about everything. Wah Wah Wah. I felt a glimmer of hope last night that maybe she’d leave voluntarily — cue the scene where she cried to her mommy on the phone.

But no.

Just like a little puppy who’s been slapped by it’s master, she forgets about the abuse and goes back for more. Honestly, since all of these reality shows aren’t really reality shows, they’re probably keeping the whiner on air because she creates so much drama. Everyone absolutely hates her — probably including everyone watching.

Aside for my personal feelings on baby Kate, last night’s episode was notable for a few reasons.

1. Anne saying, “I could run with the bulls in these shoes.”

Honey, there is no way in hell you can even walk like a pro in those let alone run in them. Stop trying to be Anna Wintour.

2. Megan complaining (surprise) about her team for the editorial challenge, “I want to pull out my hair, lay on the floor and die.”

I guess I might want to do that if I was her. But just because I can’t stand Kate and well, Ashlie isn’t really rubbing me the right way these days either. I mean, ever since her heavy weeping for Cologne’s departure, I’ve been a bit disgusted.

3. The headless mannequins being dragged around Manhattan in a box. Hilarious

4. Danielle flipping out on Kate. That. Was. AMAZING.

Quiet, chill Danielle has been calm and collected all along, so it was pretty satisfying to see her lose it a bit. Naturally someone can only tolerate Kate for so long.

5. The judges really putting Megan in her place last night. THANK YOU.

In the end, I wasn’t upset to see Devin or William go. They really didn’t bring much to the table. However, now were left with a bunch of crazies, minus Danielle. I would say Johanna’s a normal one, but from the looks of next week’s episode, she’s a bit of a lune too.

Ok, so despite my initial disappointment with this show, I found last night’s episode pretty entertaining.

1. Because Kate’s mannequin was absolutely absurd and a total embarassment. Is she for real? That dress? Those scarves? That noisy combination of accessories? She has not displayed one ounce of fashion talent, not to mention her inability to act like an adult. When I look at her I think of a 12 year old.

2. Because of the foreshadowing of the full on battle that will most likely continue between Ashlie and Megan. My prediction is that Major-Issues-Megan will obviously play dirty and probably go for Ashlie’s jugular. While Ashlie will probably stay strong despite the “Satan’s little hand-foot maid” attempts to knock her down. The bitch fights between them will only get more intense, which will make me want to watch. I’m such a sucker for the drama. Read More »

I think every little girl one day dreams of being a fashion magazine editor. The glamour, the celebrity and the image that comes along with it is pretty damn appealing. Not to mention, writing and editing pieces on designers, beautiful clothes, shoes, bags … for some of us it would be a dream-come-true.

And then that little girl watched the season premier of Stylista last night and her dream was shattered. Caddy bitches, huge egos, image scrutinization, drama, drama and more drama — this all defines the fashion industry. A thick skin (and a pair of skinny jeans) is what you’ll need to survive.

Now as someone who isn’t really into the fashion thang, I found last night’s show ridiculous and comical.

First thought, “Who the hell names their child Cologne?”

Second thought, “Ew, Megan’s a bitch.” Keep in mind, this stance was established within the first 3 minutes and grew to, “Ew, I hate Megan AND Dyshaun.” (I think I’ll refer to these two awful people as the “Bitch Twins” from this point forward because somehow they fell in love with each other’s down right nasty personalities.)

Third thought, “Anne Slowey walks funny in her shoes. Shouldn’t fashion editors be high-heel masters? I know I am.” Read More »

I have a subscription to New York Magazine. I like to read it because the cover articles tend to be edgy and intelligent, and the publication as a whole tends to be more pop culture friendly than their slightly stuffy counter-periodical, The New Yorker. If you don’t live in NYC or around it, you might not have heard about NY Mag, which is fine. It’s a little inside-jokey. A little self-referential — cultivating a between-the-lines feeling that the New York publishing world is the center of the universe.

But like that slightly snotty friend who turns around and buys everyone a round of drinks at the bar, I just can’t seem to break up with NY Mag and read my weekly copy faithfully. There’s only one thing about the periodical that really bothers me, and it usually can be skipped over quite readily…unless of course, you’re me, reading it last night.

You see, yesterday I had a long day. The bus ride back from work was so packed it induced claustrophobia, and two people decided to get into a screaming match that included gems such as “SHUT UP, RETARD!!”, “YOU’RE THE RETARD!!”, “ON YOUR MOM!!”, “ON YOURS, MINE’S DEAD!!”. When I got home, my internet and cable were still not working…a problem left over from the weekend, and it was probably around 105 F in my apartment. Pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I sat down and decided to spend the evening reading, and my new copy of New York Magazine was the first thing I got my exhausted hands on. Read More »