What Would Anna Do?

Thanks to Gawker for directing us to Ambigutrex and the "WWAWD" t-shirt.
NOTE: I'm pretty sure that Anna wouldn't tell us what she'd do, in any situation, she'd just glare through her sunglasses and toss her Choos at us when we got it wrong.

Shues-day: Fly like a Butterfly

I know, right? Can you believe it's been a week?


The FG was sad to hear that the boys of Dolce & Gabbana are no longer a couple, but elated that they're keeping their design house intact. Why not celebrate by pre-ordering these at Saks? And yes, pedicures are required if you're going to draw this much attention to your feet.

Moving on

The virtual absence of summer has the FG dreaming of crisp fall evenings, banks of raked leaves, Ella & Billie, and tumblers of scotch in the firelight. Clearly Vogue and Steven Meisel are reading the same book. My favs for fall:

Big Brother NYC

I've been withholding the announcement that I'm NYC bound later this summer to stave off jealous vibes - I know there's more than one of you who drools at the thought of so many shoes/celebrities/cuisines/museums on one tiny island, even if it's 100 degrees in the shade at 7:00 a.m. - not that I expect to see that hour unless I'm on my way back to the hotel. But now that Big Brother obviously knows I'm coming, there's no reason to demur. They can try to blame it on London all they want, but it's just another example of carpe diem when it comes to civil liberties and government powers. The question is, is it worth it to travel exclusively by taxi in order to avoid having my suitcase inspected by government forces? Maybe the TSA could give me a pass when I'm leaving the airport?

PS: Concerned about random government searches of your home/desk/vehicle/bag? Join.

All the world's a blog

In case you're sans cable, The Daily Show has a new set, and the couch is gone. Some are not taking it well. The FG didn't realize how beloved it was, although she would certainly miss her own couch if it were replaced by a large bean-shaped desk.

Although, if Jon were behind it every night, the sacrifice would be more than worth it. Ladies?

If you're looking for substantive Roberts commentary

The FG recommends Daily Kos. She's busy recovering from her initial understanding that Bush had nominated the other John Roberts.

A call for diversity in naming

I'm only bringing this up because of SCOTUS nominee Roberts' first name is John.

His wife's name is Jane.

And they named their children ... wait for it ... Jack and Josie.

There is a naming disease that's concerned the FG ever since her dear university friend shared that her entire family had names starting with 'K', but the nomination of John Roberts permits her to vent forth upon the waters.

PLEASE. PLEASE give your children individual and yet not freakish names. Names are important. This is not your opportunity to be cute. These are not dolls or pets; these are human beings who have to live with their names for the next 80-90 years, if they have the singular fortune to be born in a 'developed' nation. Pick something interesting, but not bizarre, and for all of our sakes, avoid alliteration, rhyming, alternative spellings and all the other naming sins too numerous to list here.

Although when you spend your first quarter century with a name like John or Jane, one can see there's a temptation to make something of it, but if you're smart enough to go to Harvard, there's really no excuse.

At least the kid can dance ...

And if you thought

the fact that Judge Roberts was the captain of his high school football team (apparently high school triumphs are inescapable) would change the FG's mind, you significantly underestimate her complexity.

Now, if he'd been captain of his high school rugby team ...

A victory for ... straight white men everywhere

I know the press conference is 40 minutes away, but I can take the heat.

In a bow to his core constituency, the president this evening nominated a 50 year old straight white man to the SCOTUS. The FG has been suffering from eternal optimist syndrome, thinking that FLOTUS had some influence, but the administration has slapped the FG back into her blue-state of mind again. Did I mention he's only 50 years old? And they don't go willingly into the night ...

Shuesday: Caterpillar calves

I am not one who hates her calves, but even I wouldn't wear these Christian Dior boots, price aside. This seems to be part of a disturbing trend for fall, (see here and here), one that at least two of the FG's friends are not going to be OK with. Perhaps they can stick with the jewel tones also available.

And, on an etiquette note, thanks to the Manolo for noting that flip flops, while ubiquitous, are NEVER permissible in a house of state. It's not so much that the FG has any respect for the current occupants of the White House, but she does respect the institution and the history of the building, and flip flops just don't cut it.

No such thing as bad publicity?

What Jude Law does in his spare time, and who he does it with, is really none of anyone else's business, so why on earth is he issuing a formal, public apology for a lapse in judgement that even the FG hadn't heard of until she read the apology this morning? It seems only to spread the news.

As the Gohvanator would say ...

DUH!

I knew he was short

but this seems a little ridiculous. Put the model below and the designer on the platform next time, non?

Elie Elie Elie

Of course we all remember Halle Berry's 2002 Oscar dress, which landed Elie Saab on the celebrity fashion map. Such great use of color. Here are the FG's fav pieces from Fall/Winter 2005:

Summer lingo

Daily Candy's got a new summer-themed lexicon, along with NYC and LA editions. I know the East Coasters have been suffering, which may explain the emphasis on heat and persipration. They must have known that some of us are still waiting for summer to arrive:

Saturday night fever
n. Often followed by a real fever, the delirium that comes over some women as they get (un)dressed for a Saturday night on the town, believing that the temperature is as much as twenty degrees warmer than it actually is.

Other FG favourites include:

p.u.i.
n. planning under the influence. The act of plan-making late in the evening, especially with friends, for next-day activities, such as shopping and brunch.

margariter
v. To serve a margarita for the express purpose of loosening up. Alt. margaritim. (He's just sitting in the corner, Sally. If you're interested you're going to have to margaritim.)

and, perfect for this particular city:

hybris
n. Excessive pride based solely on one's hybrid car.

My god is better than your god

The NYT notes that military chaplains are increasingly of an evangelical persuasion and, while they pledge to minister to "Methodist, Mormon or Muslim", many also feel entitled to "evangelize the unchurched." Combine this with increasing numbers of enlistees from minority religions and atheists, and tensions are bound to arise. Apparently, the chaplains can't help themselves from evangelizing despite job requirements to minister of soliders of all faiths. Clearly, if you're unable to perform a job according to its clearly delineated perameters, you shouldn't accept it. If you're obliged by your faith to persuade someone "to abandon his Mormon faith, telling him it was "wicked" or "Satanic."", a diverse religious environment is not for you.

Type-casting

Portfolio dating? We've come so far - now we can graduate from Wharton, get a job as a corporate banker and apply our expensively acquired portfolio diversification skills to our dating lives:

Portfolio dating, my system for personal fulfillment, entails collecting people, not eliminating them. The point is to assemble an array of relationships with people who possess all the qualities you need, much like assembling a diverse stock portfolio maximizes long-term gain. I separate my portfolio into three main categories. Type I, the Hookup Pal; Type II, the Platonic Boyfriend or Girlfriend; and Type III, the Motivator. In a perfect day, you have brunch with your Type II, and an afternoon date with your Type I, and you discuss book-jacket designs over late cappuccinos with your Type III. You can also have hybrid Type I/III relationships that satisfy both carnal and cerebral desires.

Ms. Prins appears to be building a village to tend to her various current needs, and the FG, while troubled by the pitiless tone of this article, begrudgingly applauds her honesty. That said, didn't we just used to call these pidgeon-holed people friends?

Is this the face of a woman in love?

Seriously, if this was the face of your friend/sister/daughter, wouldn't you be concerned? If not, read the article, and then we'll talk. And no, I'm not making Holmes jokes - are there new ones left to be made?

Samavritti

Whew. Thank the gods for yoga tomorrow morning.
Of course, CJ's been known to recall the press corps ...

Waiting to exhale

The FG is holding her breath at least for the next 3-4 hours in anticipation of the possible retirement of Chief Justice Rehnquist. At which point she will certainly scream, and possibly go postal.

I'm not a principled journalist

but I play one on TV? Bloggers make the following suggestions for the Judith Miller TV after-school special:

The FG would like to respectfully submit a third option:

(Side note: What's with the arm position repetition, hmmm? Is this the universal sign for "I am a woman to be taken seriously."?)

'Off to Jail for Judith Miller' [A Socialite's Life]
'CJ Cregg Goes to Jail' [TVgasm]

On a day such as this

I was finally able to find something that made me laugh. Thanks again, Spirit Fingers - entire post below in case you're too busy drying your tears to click the link.

Celebrity weddings in twenty years from now:

WELCOME TO THE WEDDING CELEBRATION UNITING

Sage Moonblood Stallone AND Rumor Glenn Moore-Willis
on July 1, 2025 at 3 o'clock in the afternoon

The Little White Wedding Chapel, Las Vegas, Nevada

THE WEDDING PARTY

OFFICIATE

The Honorable Kyd Duchovny

PARENTS

Demi Moore-Kutcher and Bruce Willis, parents of the bride

Sylvester Stallone and Jennifer Flahvin, parents of the groom

MATRON OF HONOR
Tallulah Belle Moore-Willis, favourite sister of the bride

BRIDESMAIDS
Heavenly Haraani Tiger Lily Hutchence-Yates, close friend of the bride

Moxie Crimefighter Jilette, close friend of the bride
Tallulah Pine Le Bon, making up the numbers

BEST MAN
Speck Wildhorse Mellencamp, drinking buddy of the groom

GROOMSMEN
Seargeoh Stallone, brother of the groom, Homer James Jigme Gere, drinking buddy of the groom

Phinnaeus Walter Moder-Roberts, drinking buddy of the groom

FLOWER GIRL

Nebraska Fanning, child actress of the moment

RING BEARER
Qabala Kelso Moore-Kutcher, half brother of the bride

USHERS
Hud Mellencamp, wingman of the groom, Eja Twain Lange, hanger on

Scout LaRue Moore-Willis, less favourite sister of the bride

Sistine Rose Stallone, most attractive sister of the groom

HOST AND HOSTESS

Ireland Basinger Baldwin, publicist of the bride

Laird Vonne Stone, publicist of the groom

CANDLE LIGHTERS

Lark Song Farrow Allen, Harlow Olivia Calliope Arquette

ex-girlfriends of the groom

FIRST READING BY

Pilot Inspektor Lee, Audio Science Clayton
rehab friends of the couple

SECOND READING BY

Aurelius Cy Andrea McPherson-Busson, Satchel Farrow-Allen

ex-boyfriends of the bride

ORGANIST

Elijah Bob Patricius Guggi Q Hewson

social acquaintance who owes a favour

STRING QUARTET
Denim Cole Braxton Lewis, Jermajesty Jackson

Prince Michael II "Blanket" Jackson, Puma Badu

friends of the couple who are musically inclined

Isnt' she lovely ...

The luminous Kate Winslet. More photos and this month's Vogue profile here.

Icons we mourn: Nan Kempner

Nan Kempner, social X-ray and fashionista extrordinaire, at the age of 74, of emphysema.

"I tell people all the time I want to be buried naked. I know there will be a store where I'm going."

It's not who you love ... or is it?

According to the latest studies, men are kidding themselves when they identify as bisexual, but women ...

"... seem to lean one way or the other, but that doesn't preclude them from having a relationship with the nonpreferred sex," (Dr Lisa Diamond) said. "You may be mostly interested in women but, hey, the guy who delivers the pizza is really hot, and what are you going to do?"

Decisions, decisions. So if you were inspired by Chasing Amy to start hitting on lesbians, keep it up ... ?

Who's the fairest?

For the narcissist inside every FG - a mirror puzzle. And check out the rest of the Generate site for fun household must haves. Thanks, Daily Candy!