Oh goodness, my little dollymops. Not a day goes by that I’m not unfairly
targeted by holier-than-thou arseholes armed with truly awful costume jewelry. I will say I find it rather delightfully
amusing when someone speaks of bloggers creating “unrealistic lifestyles” in
one breath while buying three pairs of Louboutins at a sample sale in the next.
Quite frankly, one’s entire self-righteous rant is
automatically negated the very minute one begins narrowing one’s eyes at others
in a public forum. Thankfully, I’ve
never claimed to be holy or righteous or anything other than -- well, better
than you, so I’m under no such obligation to remain consistent. About this, or about wearing fur coats as a
veggie, but it’s okay as long as the
animals were tortured sixty years ago and not yesterday. Distinction, ducks. It’s all about distinctions.
Don’t hate me for being able to eat deliciously fatty
burgers while you have to spend days at a fat farm ingesting nothing but mushy
peas and vitamin injections to stay thin for “exhaustion.”
And don’t expect me to create any sort of realistic
expectation for anyone. My lifestyle is
glam and fab and if things are sometimes comped for me, who honestly
cares? If anyone is reading my blog
strictly for the reviews, they’re barmy anyhow.
Lastly, sweetie, go get a blowout. Your hair is unspeakable.
I’m off to go Christmas shopping.
Ta,
J.
