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Victoria Beckham is coming to America! Well, technically, she’s already here.

Some may not be as excited as others, but I watched NBC’s one-hour special on Posh’s arrival, and let me tell you–you judged the woman a bit too soon.

Right off the bat, it’s so obvious that Victoria knows exactly what she’s doing. Surrounded by her hairdresser and other staff (but, unfortunately not David) Posh immediately hires a new assistant who “cannot be too pretty or too thin.” Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Probably that this woman could not be more vain, right?

Please.

Take a minute to recognize her sarcasm, and after you do, realize that she’s kind of right. If her assistant causes any kind of media stir it would only end up making Posh’s life more chaotic. Defeats the purpose, right?

And the hilarity! Victoria is one funny bitch. After talking her way out of cheating on her driver’s test, she gets invited to a socialite’s lunch where she proceeds to visit with rich old ladies who do dolphin calls. Read More »

Everyone and their mother was out Thursday night for the arrival of Victoria and David Beckham at the Los Angels International Airport. Cameras were flashing, people were screaming, Victoria was wearing something tight and black…a repeat of every other time this family has been photographed.

What I don’t understand is why CNN felt the need to cover it.

Much like the Paris Hilton overload, I can’t quite understand why we’re all so interested in this family. Sure, David Beckham is a great soccer player, who also happens to be hot. And his wife likes to shop. And wear outfits that push her boobs up to her chin. But other than that, are they interesting? Read More »

• Cameron Diaz is a homewrecker! (TMZ)

• iPhone: The wait is over. (breitbart)

• John Stamos is sloshed down-under. (bestweekever)

• Posh and Moss party in PVC pants. (fashionizing)

• Prince’s newspaper promo has record stores pissed. (perezhilton)

Yoooo, I’ll tell you what I want what I really, really want … tickets to see the Spice Girls in concert.

Yes, I have always been a big advocate for the return of teeny-bopper bubblegum pop (and whether you want to admit it or not, you’re excited. Note: this CC article says it all).

So needless to say, I was pretty excited to hear that the Spice Girls have made their reunion official. Sporty, Posh, Baby, Ginger and Scary Spice are teaming up for an 11 date cross continent reunion tour. Kicking off December 7th in Los Angeles and ending January 20th in Cape Town, the Girls will hit the US in LA, Vegas (December 8th) and NYC (December 11th).

Want tickets? Not so fast. (Oh, and don’t pretend like you aren’t excited, nothing beats nostalgia). The Gals have set up a website where you can click the city where you would want to go see the show and fans will be chosen at random for who gets to buy the tickets. Read More »

“Victoria’s every move is documented by the paparazzi, but only our cameras have been allowed inside the world of what being Victoria Beckham is really like.”

Such is the advertising campaign for a new reality special set to air on NBC in mid-July. Victoria Beckham: Coming to America will air Monday, July 16, and center on the Beckham’s move from England to Los Angeles, California.

Now is the part where you ask me if I care.

And I tell you stoutly and resolutely that I couldn’t care less.

Like Katy, I am completely and utterly confused by Victoria Beckham—but I’m also confused as to why any of us bother with her. The chick was once in a pop group that was big for three seconds, after which she married an English superstar soccer player. Media coverage should probably have ended there—at least in America, where soccer isn’t as popular as it is abroad—but for some reason it has gone on, and on, and on.

Is anyone concerned about those three girly dudes from Hanson? What about the two other chicks from Destiny’s Child? No. Nobody gives a shit. Paparazzi aren’t staking out the doorstep of Jeff Timmons from 98 Degrees (you don’t even know who that is, right? Me either. But he was in the group. I looked it up). Read More »

Everyday there’s something new in the gossip columns about Nicole Richie’s skeletal frame. And there’s no doubt about it—girl needs to eat! She looks like she could be blown over by a gust of wind. All those pregnancy rumors? I honestly hope not cause that’s going to be one seriously unhealthy little baby.

Keira Knightley and Kate Bosworth also face a lot of scrutiny over their diminished frames. They can lie all they want about being healthy, but their rib cages poking out say otherwise. Actually Kate’s looking a little healthier, so that’s good. Mmmm food…isn’t it good, Kate?

OK, so all these girls are uber-skinny, and I’m obviously sort of a hater. You can call it jealousy, and it partially is. I eat a piece of lettuce and its girth is immediately added to the side of my thighs. And it makes me maaaaaaad. I really, really just want a cheeseburger, but my butt can’t handle the added pounds. But I would much rather look like the lovely Kate Winslet than any of these scary looking pre-pubescent shaped actresses.

What makes me even more mad, though, is image they portray to women. When my friend’s 13 year-old sister said she thought Nicole Ritchie had the perfect body I almost shoved a sheet of Oreos down her throat right then and there. I mean, really?

But instead of always commenting on Nicole (she’s obviously not enjoying the paps lately anyway) why the hell does no one ever say anything about Victoria Beckham?

She reportedly has a 23 inch waist—which, after doing some research, I learned is equivalent to the waist of a seven year old child! Some people are naturally really skinny—and Victoria is obviously one of them— but if you look at Posh over the years, she’s definitely been withering away. Read More »

Last night, around 12:30 AM, I had a question. My brother had a desperate need for Wendy’s. We had 15 minutes, and somehow made another sibling rivalry discussion look easy (and English teachers everywhere cringe).

(23:56) Me: Can I ask you a question?

(23:56) The Bro: Ya, but hurry. I really wanna go to Wendy’s.

(23:57) Me: well, let’s say a girl walks into Wendy’s…and you’re standing in line behind her, and she’s wearing a short skirt and low shirt. Do you think her clothing gives you the right to stare at her?

(23:57) The Bro: hmm, the right? That’s funny wording

(23:58) Me: maybe “the right to ogle her”

(23:58) The Bro: I mean, technically, it’s my right to look at anything in a public place. Men look at breasts automatically. It isn’t something we do on purpose. We can train ourselves not to. Like for example, when I see MaryAnne, I know she has huge boobs. So I stare at her eyebrows. HARD. Or I look past her.

(00:00) Me: but if a girl’s wearing a cleavage-showing shirt…and she catches you staring…what do you do? Read More »