trendy, yummy and eating disorder-friendly, the 'berry united the east (ny) and west (la); beloved by nearly all creatures great and small: celebutards, murray hillers, chelsea boyz, usc-ers, uclalites, the coolest kids from the les, the most ridiculous hipsters from nolita, tourists, jersey girls and ues moms.
too good to be true? probably, most definitely is.
"A Catholic school principal has defended his students as outstanding, despite revelations an exclusive club to which "ugly girls need not apply" is operating on campus.
Year 11 girls from the co-educational St Patrick's College in the central Queensland city of Mackay are ranked according to looks, weight and their popularity with boys.
Members of the elite club, dubbed "Club 21" or "Big 21", parade their ranking from one to 21 on their wrists.
The skinnier and prettier the girl, the higher her rank.
One respondent to an internet forum on the issue said: "Ugly girls need not apply."
Another wrote: "They are a group of year 11 girls at St Pats who think they are top but really pathetic sociopathic sluts."
been thinkin some about how/why i get resentful when i determine that someone thinks they're better than me.
notice how i'm presenting this down from my perspective...because it is just that--MINE. not theirs, and often false.
so much of my life i have spent feeling 'less than' others and/or 'not good enough' (don't ask me why i'm putting these in quotes, it just feels right, who cares, it's a friggin blog). oh, which brings me to my point, actually, which is WHO CARES?!
i mean i know that's easier said than done when it comes to feeling judged by others. also, life actually is heathers/mean girls/gossip girl ad infinitum. but the thing is, a lot of times when i've wanted to impress someone and win their approval, i really hold back. i deny them of the full-on balls-to-the-wall jmarx and leave 'em with a more boring, watered down version.
and then--since i (like most of us) have suffered from plenty of self-doubt, self-loathing, self-involvement...all of the selves--when i make up that the person in question isn't so won over by my efforts i fall apart, feel rejected, hate myself and am ultimately super-duper resentful.
meanwhile, i'm hating someone for supposedly not accepting me when i didn't even present him or her with the actual me to begin with--make sense? and i know i'm at my absolute best when i'm just being me.
so thank you: after-school special/mom/full house, etc. you said, "just be yourself," and you were right. you may have left out the go-fuck-yourself part, but it's not spinal surgery.
so yeah. it's jmarx, bitch. i am for reals and i could give a shit what you think...or am at least working on that.
whatevs. a. chase's introspectiveness is much more to the point/interesting:
It'd be an understatement to say you have lot going for you-- a beautiful home, a beautiful boyfriend, and a beautiful wardrobe that anyone else would kill for. But for you, nothing is ever quite good enough. The idea that you're second best has practically been ingrained in you since birth and that's certainly not right. But that mentality has made you a bit greedy and hungry for more, more, more. Don't try to make your life into something that it's not-- you have a lot to be happy for so put on those pearls, curl those luxurious brown locks, and show the world who you really are, not who you want to be.
Like you said, you're a Waldorf. You don't let people tell you who you are, you show them.
Hey, it's Blair. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but I'm getting ready for the masked ball. See you tonight, if you recognize me, which you won't.
You're the girl everyone wants to be-- except you, that is. Your good looks, good fashion sense, and good family name have garnered you a place in the spotlight. But that's not what you're looking to get out of life. People assume a lot about you based on your appearance and wealth, but what they don't know is that you have a big heart. Sure you've made mistakes, but you want to show everyone that there's more to you than what they see and what they read. Don't be afraid to take a stand-- you might be the only one willing to do so, but you'll be the better person for it.
But everyone knows Serena and everyone is talking.
This just in, S and B committing a crime of fashion. Who doesn't love a five finger discount, especially if one of those fingers is the middle one... Everyone knows you can't choose your family but you can choose you friends. And in a world ruled by bloodlines and bank accounts, it pays to have a pal. As much as a BFF can make you go WTF, there's no denying we'd all be a little less rich without them. And Serena and Blair? They do best things better than anyone. No, that's not a tear in my eye, it's just allergies. Without you, I'm nothing. Gossip Girl.
reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
via gawker--random house press release re: svh comeback:
cannot wait. oh and obviously, jessica is my favorite. love lila fowler as well (mieke--i just realized that you are 99.9% of my target audience for this entry).
so just how will the story and the character arcs of the wakefield twins alter from the aforementioned revisions?
down to a "perfect size 4" from a "perfect size 6"--sounds good to me. hmm...fiat to a jeep wrangler--not sure about that one. thoughts?? and elizabeth has a blog!!!
i always go to london sole when i'm in la (store is in samo, on montana--no surprise there), but i'm told they now have a small showroom in ny, which i plan on checking out asap.
but i'm in seattle right now. and these just arrived via ups:
it's difficult to type right now... seeing as how my wrist is in a f-ing brace and my arm in a m-f-ing sling.
you see, yesterday was purim (the jewish holiday involving costumes--for all you gentiles out there). being the very, very nice jewish girl that i am, i had volunteered to help decorate the synagogue's social hall for the night's festivities.
just when the place was really starting to look fabulous--ugh, a word that can be added to the list of people/places/things that "sex and the city" has successfully spoiled, at least for those of us not aspiring to be carrie bradshaw--but i digress (did i mention i have a.d.d.?)...
so things were looking swell and in the home stretch when in the midst of embellishing a wall adornment i fell off a (tall) ladder, bruising my tail bone, spraining my wrist and fracturing my elbow.
i'm not trying to over-dramatize; i realize this ranks fairly low on the horrific scale as far as injuries go. but this is the first time i've ever fractured anything (besides a toe). i was a broken bone virgin, now that cherry's been popped.
i did manage to rally and make it to a portion of purim that night. i went as a purim queen (*photos coming soon*) and won second place in the costume contest (first prize went to jesus--'cause that joke never gets old).
sometimes i kind of like being bedridden.
been catching up with these folks:
and w/this wholesome crowd:
it does suck a wee bit that a lawsuit is pretty much out of the question. i mean, who would i sue--our synagogue? god? he/she/it should know better than anyone that i could really use a fat settlement right about now.
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