I really want a tattoo. My reasoning? It's rather silly and jejune. I don't care to ink on a dead grandpa's face or some boring Anaïs Nin quote. I just want to be edgy, you guys. Edgy.
Bloody Mary, Mother of God. Vodka and Worcestershire sauce never tasted so fucking good. Prune restaurant in the East Village is where I brunched to cure my hangover woes. Here's a few reasons to check it out.
Being an 'It Girl' has become a lost art gone astray with nude lipstick and Sassy Magazine. Sure, paging through the tabloid fodder, you might spot one or two, but does that twig bitch Vogue calls an 'It Girl' really have what it takes fill Chloë Sevigny's Valentino shoes? No. That's why I've created a personal list of 'It Girls' in no particular order. Keep in mind, while some of these women are true inspirations, others are listed solely for style purposes. I'll give you a list with Malala later. Take a gander and tell me who you think is #1.
Listen, I get it. Pubes are tricky. And nothing feels better than a delicate, waxed vajayjay balder than the ass of a Scandanavian infant with alopecia. But come on! Are we still trying to make our vulvas look like JonBenét Ramsey's?
One bitch's quest to love NYC.