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There’s a major, no HUGE difference between tapered and too tight.

 

 

 

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I’m pretty liberal when it comes to personal style but what’s the deal with grown men wearing toddler sized and chick inspired clothing? No, seriously! The forcibly shoved twig and berries in leggings, skinny jeans and other inappropriately tight clothing must stop! Leave something to the imagination, putting your junk on front street is NEVER a good look…NEVER!

 

Maybe I’ve seen too many black and white movies, but I believe a man looks yumtastic in a tailored suit or a low-key casual ensemble. Although comical and hilariously entertaining, the male camel toe trend really needs to go away.  

(And this guy looks absolutely ridiculous! LOL!!!)

 

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OMG! I can't get enough of this song! I really hope this reaches the masses because this video and the song are classic! LMAOOO! Enjoy!

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In case you haven’t noticed I've been MIA the past week two weeks…long story short, I woke up in a state of stupid and decided to move to Atlanta, Georgia. I deluded myself into thinking that I should move down south and establish my business.  WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! Oh, my goodness was I WRONG! Between the 2000+ pollen count and overall lameness, that pipe dream quickly became a living nightmare.

I’m a seasoned New Yorker so naturally I expected transitional jitters, buuuuut I never adjusted.
To be more accurate… (No disrespect to the natives and those who live it and love it), I freaking hated every second! Atlanta is a total snooze fest and is ridiculously overrated. Yeah I said it, “RIDICULOUSLY OVERRATED! “ Spare me the, “A-town is where it’s at,” and other equally inaccurate gibberish!  Those are lies, horrible filthy stemming from the pit of hell lies!  Atlanta is NOT where it’s at! Not even a little bit! Now…don’t get me wrong, the city isn’t all-bad. There are some beautiful sights in Buckhead and Sandy Springs. However, after two, three days MAX it’s time to pack it up and head on home. Seriously!  After two months of no action I said screw it (yeah right, you know what I really said! LOL!) filled up my tank, gave Atlanta the peace sign and headed north.   Although I will miss the valet parking and warm weather, I’m never leaving this god-forsaken island again!

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MSNBC (I live for Lockup), A & E (I Survived and 48 Hours are amazing shows), The Real Housewives of New York City (I have major girls crushes on Luann, Bethenney and Jill), The Golden Girls and Chocolate Oreo Cakesters…guilty pleasures are inevitable, we all have them.  

However, it seems that the invasion of celebrity’s privacy has become the number one guilty pleasure. In the words of Judge David Young, “It’s Wrong, It’s Wrong, IT’S WRONG!” At what point did their personal tragedies become Late Breaking News?  Better yet, what happened to the Chicken-faced baby and UFO sightings harmlessly reported by the National Enquirer in the 80‘s? I’m certainly not a prude, I too, fell victim to the glossy tattle tales not too long ago, but the habit quickly turned sour after the Britney meltdown fiasco. The treacherous reporting and wild accusations made my stomach turn.

A ticket stub and/or a CD entitles you to entertainment, not an up close and personal look at their cellulite, bad skin or a forensic photo analysis of their body language. Granted, some celebs make rather interesting choices, it’s still too easy to put the next person’s life under a microscope. We all make mistakes and have skeletons in our closets. These aren’t faceless souls; these are human beings with feelings, morning breath and regular problems.  

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I always chuckle (and immediately stop listening) when someone says, “I know what’s best for you…” That’s nothing but blasphemous skepticism.

As children, we are told to reach for the stars and praised for our vivid imaginations. Whether it’s becoming a doctor or a superhero, we’re patted on the back and encouraged to pursue our wildest dreams. However, something happens as we transition from childhood to puberty…those grandiose life style choices become misguided and unwise decisions.

I am still devastated that my gymnast dreams were brought to a screeching halt because my mother was terrified my asthma would hinder my performance. (Who are you to judge me? Mary Lou Retton totally rocked and everyone wanted to be a gymnast in the 80’s!…see below for a special treat). As far-fetched as it sounds, she believed I’d have an asthma attack and collapse during my routine. However, these same lungs spent every Saturday at Dee’s Dee’s Dance Studio in tap, jazz and ballet clinics. I appreciate her looking out for my best interest, but come on mom, that was totally ridiculous. Granted, there is nothing wrong with following directions but there is no logic in dumbing down or following unnecessary rules to appease the next person.

It wasn’t until I started to live for me that I discovered that my inner voice always had the right answer. More importantly, I discovered that the road of life is a personal journey and the only person that knows what’s best for you is YOU!



Mary Lou is AWESOME!

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