Saturday Morning Musings

It's 7:45 a.m., est, and I'm sitting at my computer trying to write my first diary entry without having a brain aneurism.   My coffee is tasting pretty good and my television is tuned into E!.  What's on?  Only ANOTHER celebrity fashion critique program:  The "40 More Celebrity Crimes of Fashion."

As I sit, glued to my own idiot box, I'm beginning to wonder...does anyone really care about whether or not people that make waayyyy more money than most of us get it right on their fancy night, dressed for their fancy red carpet award shows?!!

YOU BET WE DO!

I can't even begin to, and therefore, won't attempt to explain what the fascination with the culture of celebrity is all about.  I just know that I'm as much a spectator as the next self proclaimed fashionista.  I found myself commenting "you ain't lying, he looks crazy," to those critics I agreed with and screaming "ARE YOU CRAZY, SHE LOOKS FABULOUS, YOU LUNATIC!" at those with whom I disagreed.  Why am I so passionate about something that has no bearing on whether or not  I can pay my rent at the first of the month (infinitely more important)?

Because, like everyone else that watches these programs religiously, I like to see people looking good.  And I like to have an opinion about what others wear ( Mary Kate and Ashley DID look psychotic).  I have loved fashion even before I knew what fashion was.  As a little girl I used to spend hours in my room, cutting out pictures from Vogue, Harper's Bazaar, EBONY, and Essence magazines, making giant fashion collages to hang on my wall--my own personal wishlist, I guess.

Now, here I sit, in my livingroom, listening to the fashion stylists and other critics as they comment on Michael Jackson arriving at court in his pajamas (HEY! SO WHAT?! HE'S MICHAEL JACKSON, PEOPLE!), Courtney Love looking like a street hooker that doesn't know she's 20 years past her prime, and Victoria Beckham, who garnered the #2 spot dressed in a much too tight and much too short black sequined hotpants and skimpy white bolero jacket outfit (I thought the fashion police were a bit harsh--for the most part I like Posh's style).   Of course, it's no surprise that the #1 spot went to Brittany Spears, although, let's be fair, at least SHE has the excuse of mental incapacity.

So, now, thanks to Splendora, I can at least PRETEND that somebody out there actually cares what a late 40ish, hometown, self-proclaimed fashionista has to say regarding The Culture of Style. 

Still, I look forward to the day when I join the ranks of the media fashion police and people other than my closests friends will clammer to hang on MY every word...