“A table for two, please,” Miranda Devine said to the maître d’ of the fancy restaurant where she was meeting her old friend Mel Gibson.
“Certainly, madam,” the maître d’ replied. “Is the lady expecting her husband?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Miranda Devine asked. She was…
I don’t know if it’s schadenfreude or if I’m just a terrible person, but there’s something so sinfully entertaining about a public slagfest. Celebrity bitch fights are so tacky, but at the same time, they remind us that famous people have feelings and insecurities too. Dropping the c-bomb isn’t very shocking from an Osbourne, but it’s refreshing to see someone called out on their hypocrisies. If Xtina has been mocking others’ for their weight battles, you can’t help but enjoy her getting her (ahem) just desserts.
From Jezebel:
Apparently Kelly Osbourne and Christina Aguilera have been feuding for years, and on a recent episode of Fashion Police, Kelly had this to say about one of Xtina’s looks: “Maybe she is just becoming the fat bitch she was born to be. I don’t know. She was a cunt to me … She called me fat for so many fucking years, so you know what? Fuck you, you’re fat too.” [Radar]
This brought a tear to my eye for some reason.
We pass our prejudices on to our kids. But there is always a window before they stick.
Digital bunny thinks the ladies might like this shot of Sammy. Reblog if she’s right.
Dang it. I have just realised how stiff the competition is for my dream role, especially for someone with no real tertiary qualifications (must finish my Diploma as soon as possible). Why have I deleted all my previous blog posts, why didn’t I start a Mummy blog as soon as I had Lyla? Why didn’t I just put my head down and finish my Arts degree? Why don’t I have any physical evidence of my ability to construct a coherent sentence? Now I’m thinking it was over-ambitious and slightly delusional of me to even attempt to apply for a job when the competition is that good.
I have mentally rewritten my job application about fifteen times since I sent it, each one infinitely better than the last! Why didn’t I spend the extra day preparing, starting an online campaign promoting myself (because it’s not very me) I undersell myself. I know I can do this… and what is so frustrating is that there are probably 500 other girls in Sydney right now, chanting this exact same mantra. The only difference is - they’ve got the degree and I haven’t. I’ve buggered the opportunity of a lifetime, my only hope is that I’ll get another chance, somewhere along the line to prove I can excel at this job.
Bazinga!
