Join me on a little journey to the 80’s! We were all dressed in our fluorescent sweatshirts with matching socks. MTV ruled the airwaves. And if you didn’t have at least 2 to 3 Swatch watches you were either poor or really lame. I remember having 3 Swatches, but I wanted them ALL. I fantasized about how one day I’d make enough money to buy tons and tons of swatches. Of course this desire has since been replaced by currently wanting every shade of MAC eyeshadow ever made. But with me its always something. Don’t put multiples in front of me…my molecular blueprint makes it impossible for me to not want them all!

However, the “X” watch was always my favorite of the 3. A good friend of mine got it one year for a gift and always thought it was stupid, thus handing it over into my eager little paws. I probably wore it every day for almost a year until a certain Halloween party where I left it with my things. That night it got lifted by my boyfriend, who was always a little bit jealous. He spitefully threw it into a pond. I’m sure its still there today.

I actually spoke with said, boyfriend, from 20 years ago, this week. I happened to mention the incident above, which I guess is why its on my mind. He just laughed and said, “I was really an asshole wasn’t I”? Yea honey…I’m afraid you were!

I did not even make this up.The folks at BrewDog.com have created a beer titled The End of HIstory. Its 110 proof and $765 dollar price tag. But that’s not even the most shocking thing about it. The beer itself is encased in a once living critter. The 12 bottles have been made featuring seven dead stoats (a kind of weasel), four squirrels and one rabbit. (thanks for that Asylum.com). I’m glad there are no photos of the bunny…since i”m kind of a fan.

But I’m actually not really offended by this product. Come on, there is a coffee called Kopi Luwak made from the poop of the Asian Palm Civet (basically a kind of cat) and it sells for between $30 and $100 a cup.  I’d rather pour from the mouth of a taxidermy creation than drink something dug out of animal dung. But you know, that’s just me. People love their coffee.

And in the spirit of full disclosure…I am fond of dead things. I like a nice fox fur around my shoulders on a chilly night. Or a mink collar on a vintage coat. These are the sins of our mothers, I certainly didn’t kill the poor thing, they have most likely been dead longer than I’ve been alive. And maybe these varmints have been murdered in the spirit of weird beer packaging. Big effing deal…who’s going to miss a dead stoat. Maybe, and I like to think I’m right, they lived a happy, full life and it was their wish to live on making other people happy with their ability to keep a $765 dollar beer cold!

So if you want to “invest” in a beverage like the End of History, I say it’ll make a damn fine conversation piece at your next party!

…until they told me to dream it! You know how sometimes there are things that you don’t know you don’t know? So therefore you don’t know what you are missing? I can no longer be counted among those of you who have never been to Soho House. Although I feel it both a blessing and a curse,  believe me when I say…you want to go!

Last night quite unexpectedly, my friends and I got invited by Rich Eisen (yes the NFL Network Rich Eisen) to go with him to Soho House. Its a very fine private club that I didn’t even know existed. I’m just simply not that cool. You have to be invited by a member or you can’t get in. So we piled in Val’s Rover and 20 minutes later we were being greeted at the back door like Hollywood royalty. Friends of Mr. Eisen’s, yes we have been expecting you. Swoon!

It was awesome. They didn’t care that we were in jeans and t-shirts. They didn’t know I’m just me…I COULD have been anyone. The food was delightful. The room like the largest Joseph Cornell box imaginable. I could have investigated the waist high piles of books, and hallway with black and white photos for days.

You can join the illustrious Soho House for only $1800 a year, or you can join to go to any of the international locations for $2400 a year. That’s not so bad. OH…but someone has to write a referral for you who is already in the club…and you have to fill out an application, thoroughly. But don’t bother…because even if you do these things and your check clears…they aren’t currently accepting new members.

Chances are I will never get invited back in the fold, as I am only a friend of a friend of a friend of Mr. Eisen’s and happened to be in the right place at the right time. But believe me…if the opportunity ever avails itself…your answer should affirmatively, undeniably, be YES!

I don’t have to tell you that this week DC Comics released the new look for Wonder Woman, by Don Kramer.  It’s not only the comic universe that is in an uproar, but pretty much everyone that ever had a fond memory or attachment to the heroine. After all she was one of the only superheros who didn’t have a male counterpart come first. I mean, really…there wasn’t much of a need for a Wonder Man.

Just recently I started watching the original 1974 TV series with the gorgeous Linda Carter filling WW’s red leather boots. With the risk of dating myself, I remember catching episodes as a little girl and being absolutely titillated by her glossy brown hair and overt sexuality. My Mother thought she was a bit scandalous, which made me all the more interested in paying very close attention. I think for a lot of girls, Wonder Woman was the first female we had access to as a role model.

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Clementine has her passport ready to go!

Our girl Clementine has departed California in order to accompany my good friend Yvette on her upcoming trip to Paris. Or as Marilyn Monroe would say, “Europe, France!” Yvette expressed her fondness for my little dumpster daughter and I tried to clean her up real nice for her travels. This is generally hard to do since Clem can be such a dirty girl. But we fashioned her a party dress and a passport and then sent her on her way.

Yvette already let me know that she arrived safe and sound in Pittsburgh. You can tell from the picture above, that she’s pretty excited to go. I just hope she won’t be a handful. I already know she’ll be one of those ugly Americans, butchering the french language, drinking too much wine, ordering “freedom fries”.

If you see her along the way, send me some pics. Happy Birthday Yvette! Have the best celebration a girl could ever hope for in the city of lights. Kiss someone at the top of the Eiffel Tower!  Even if its just Clementine!

And in the wise words of my friend Kendra Dusenberry’s departed Grandmother, “Be good. And if you can’t be good, be careful!”

Eminem just released his new album, Recovery, last week to absolute rave reviews. Personally I can’t stop listening to “Not Afraid” as well as “Love the Way You Lie” feat. Rihanna. Both have insanely infectious grooves and strong messages, no surprises there.  After years of silence, threats of retirement, substance abuse, divorce, re-marriage, and god only knows what else, he’s finally stepped back in the spot light and we’re happy to see him shine.

On June 22nd, Eminem also took the stage to not only show the world he’s still relevant, but to pay homage to his roots, the MC battle. Red Bull EmSee is a new competition focused on the truest form of rap competition while highlighting the modern freestyle spirit. The event was hosted by Angie Yee. Judges Alchemist, Just Blaze and Craig G will gave their thumbs up or down to a stellar line-up of the freshest MC talent.

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This weekend I took over the freezer aisle in a Ralph’s in Sun Valley and became Popsicle Girl! This was a photo shoot for a poster that Red Bull is doing in conjunction with Dark Horse Comics.  It was pretty funny stuff even though I look so sad.

Actual Poster that was printed below.

“An Italian singer wrote this song with gibberish to sound like English. If you’ve ever wondered what other people think Americans sound like, this is it.”

I think this is so interesting, and catchy. The wisdom I collect the more I realize how awful Americans have really become. We are like the teenagers of the planet, completely ignorant, impulsive, pouty, hormonal, and entitled. I think maybe Johnny Depp and Madonna had it right…move away. As much as I love Obama I don’t think he can re-wire the countries immature minds.

Wow…that was totally off topic. Hooray brilliant Italian gibberish song! Happy Friday ya’ll!

Oh I see you ladies. You can’t fool the fools. I know that when Madonna wasn’t shaving her armpits you both where in the ether, but seriously, the argument “who did it first”, well that’s just drool.

Madonna did it all. She wore the pointed metal bra, she dyed her hair a thousand shades, she did the sex thing, did the lace thing, did the dance thing, the jesus thing, the baby thing, the ambitious thing, the girl on girl thing, COME ON…I can keep going all day here! She did it all and she re-invented herself over and over. She was one of the first mainstream performers who got our attention by continuing to change, shock, push the envelope. She’s not dead you know? And neither are all the people who exist in the world who were bored with it the first time.

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I don’t even think I need to say anything about this other than I wished that I work next door and could spend my lunch hour watching it daily!