Duke proves royalty is not remote when it comes to television controls – Times Online
October 10, 2009 at 3:38 pm (1)
R.I.P. Senator Edward Kennedy
August 26, 2009 at 11:25 am (News, Politics)

Senator Edward Kennedy (1932-2009)
How to tell when times are tough for designers?
August 6, 2009 at 5:07 pm (Editorials, Reality TV)
Tags: Bravo, Carmen Marc Valvo, Charlotte Ronson, NYC Prep
More specifically, one Carmen Marc Valvo. To be clear, I had never heard of this particular designer until I was incredibly, and quite embarrassingly, bored enough to watch an episode of Bravo’s NYC Prep. There is one girl named Jessie who is a senior and apparently almost as desperate to work in the fashion industry as another girl with far less personality, Camille, is to get into Harvard. But I’m not hear to talk about the uppity, pretentious, facetious people on the show. Not really, anyway.
Anyway, back to my very likely silly post on an even more silly subject.
After deciding that an internship during Fashion Week with Charlotte Ronson was too beneath her, or something like that, Jessie got a job with the aforementioned Carmen Marc Valvo. Yay! To make things even better, Jessie’s friend-with-benefits (that’s just my guess, nothing certain there) PC showed up with handful of people that were most assuredly not invited to Jessie’s first day of work and nearly cost her the coveted job. Oh the drama!
Trying desperately to get to my point, not only did Frank, Jessie’s boss and PR man for the designer, let the camera crew follow them around for her first couple days of work but Carmen Marc Valvo himself appeared a number of times in the episode. They even filmed inside the warehouse where all of his dresses are stored as he showed Jessie the “Beyonce” dress. It all smacked slightly of desperation.
I can’t help but wonder if Jessie got the internship, that’s right…internship, because she was the most qualified (after all, her Charlotte Ronson interview was shared with four people seven, count them SEVEN, years older than her with less experience! the indignation!) or because in a crappy economy Carmen Marc Valvo’s sales are slumping and what better way to get some free and handy publicity than to hire a girl with a ready-made camera crew. Am I wrong? I think not.
You may think that I’m grasping at straws or even jealous that I wasn’t a NYC prep school kid (believe me, that I am not), but honestly, how common is it even in the world of high fashion for the designer to spend a high school intern’s second day of work with her? In front of a camera crew? I think it is very hard to argue with me on that. Hmmm, that’s a very Jessie-type thing to say, isn’t it?
But about Carmen Marc Valvo, if my theory is correct (about the free publicity), I am still a bit confused. I guess I would be interested to see the demographics for people who watch the show. Do other NYC prep kids spend their time watching NYC Prep? If they do, Carmen Marc Valvo has the right idea…if said prep kids haven’t heard of him, which I doubt. Or do decidedly not prep school kids, the Gossip Girl viewers in need of some reality, watch NYC Prep to drool jealously or make sniping comments? If that is the case, Carmen Marc Valvo’s plan may backfire. Because the average American teen (and adult) cannot afford the $395 to $940 that his dresses are selling for at the Saks website.
To wrap all this drivel up, I find that I watch Bravo reality shows for one primary reason. That reason? To make fun of the very rich people who for some reason, incredibly inflated egos perhaps, allow themselves to be filmed saying things like “I should have taken the limo driver, I hate being lost.” You would think they have enough money to not need a reality show. But to each his own. Right?
A rant against pop-up ads
July 28, 2009 at 11:26 am (Editorials)
Tags: Ads, Internet, Pop-ups
Pop-up, you say? No, I don’t mean the flashing “YOUR COMPUTER IS INFECTED, CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD OUR SUPER NIFTY VIRUS FIGHTER BEFORE YOUR COMPUTER TAKES ON HUMAN FORM AND EATS YOU” ads that kindly appear (for lack of anti-virus protection) in neat, square, and really obvious boxes. (Take note, do not click on those ads. I heard it’s best to just click on the “x” in the corner rather than cancel/no because it could still start downloading. But the person who told me that is a bit of an idiot, so take my advice with a grain of salt.)
What I’m take about are the endlessly irritating ads for movies, razors, surveys, and other entirely legitimate things that suddenly float across the screen before settling right on top of what I want to read. Often they then grow big or send transformer like shooting toward me until I no longer have the slightest idea what I was looking at. You know the ads, right?
Equally as irritating is the fact that doing the obvious thing, clicking “cancel” or the “x” never works out well. Why? Because I inevitably end up clicking on six things I didn’t want. And there is nothing wrong with my mouse! It is entirely the fault of the stupid ads.
I think I’ll make it a point not to patronize any company that irritates me with those ads. That’ll show ‘em. Or at least make me feel better for a fleeting moment.
Just like this rant has. Thank you for listening.
Presenting the teaser trailer for “Alice In Wonderland”
July 24, 2009 at 11:18 pm (Celebrity News, Movies)
Tags: Alice in Wonderland, ComicCon, Disney, Johnny Depp, Movie Trailers, Tim Burton
I do admit that I sort of expect this to look a lot like “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” but it doesn’t seem to at all. I also haven’t read, at least since I was a very little girl, the book so I sort of know the characters and the story. I don’t think I’ll read the book before the movie, even though Burton kept Charlie much closer to the book than “Willy Wonka” was.
Alright, I’ll admit it. My biggest reason for posting the trailer? Pure personal pleasure. So long as it is posted on my blog (and wonderfully posted on YouTube by WaltDisneyStudiosUK), I can watch to my little heart’s content!
Is it March 5, 2010 yet?
Anyway, in case you haven’t seen it or want to see it again, here you go…