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Doin’ It For The Girls..?
It’s a slippery slope when it comes to letting the side down, girls, and I’m only at the self-inflicted stage.
France Drops Its Pants
If Carla Bruni can’t wear pants or burqas or bijoux, what’s to become of the common (wo)man, the proles, Jo(sephine) Blow, le petit peuple ? The next time we’re groggily standing in front of our closets, how will we resolve that life-altering question: What am I going to wear?
Woman (29) Seeks Sugar Daddy (40-70)
Well hey there good lookin’! I’m a 29 year old lawyer, high powered business woman, international spy, blogger and I’m looking for a lil sugar daddy action. I’m not sure how these things work, but here’s what I envision: basically, you’ll buy me stuff. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for female empowerment and [...]
To the Graduating Class of 2010
So here begins the fun folks. Life. The real world. What you’ve experienced over the last 3-4 years is actually just one long hallucinogenic trip where you drifted from party to party, squeezing in a class here and there where you could.
France In Their Shorts
I still don’t know who I’m putting my money on, but it may well be Brazil. Especially if those cute, wiggly, tight-butted Brazilians take my advice. And they should – I am a serious sports strategist/analyst/fashion consultant after all. They should really consider the whole short-shorts thing.
Liberté, Fraternité . . . Solidarité (Jews Need Not Apply)
To speak of grocery-shopping in Paris, we must speak of war. To speak of war, I’d like to propose the Parisian grocery store.
Where My Ladies At?
I want us to go back to a time where people had some semblance of class and there was such a thing as ‘boundaries’. It’s time to stop being skanks and embrace, once again, the refined femininity that at one time, made us ladies.
A Brit Well And Truly Abroad
As long as I don’t have to snog toothless Pepe again, I can cope fine with the initial, erm, teething problems…
Sex in the City
‘In practice, attempts to sort out good erotica from bad porn inevitably comes down to: What turns me on is erotica; what turns you on is pornographic.’
How to be a Grown Up
Something scary is happening amongst my friends at the moment. It seems to have come out of nowhere. One day we’re cracking jokes the next they all decided to grow up.
