Vogue's Anna Wintour, seems to hate the word "blog" and is forcing her staff to come up with a better word. They have included a blog on Vogue.com but Anna wants nothing to do with the word.
"She refuses to call anything on her site a blog and has charged her staff with coming up with a new word that isn't as garish-sounding. She wants it ASAP - in time for launch."
A rep for the magazine said that she has nothing against blogs.
The new website is simply nothing like a blog, so it shouldn't be called one.
Being a preacher in the mid west seems like the perfect job.
You don't need a Uni degree or know any difficult words apart from "Hallelujah" and "Praise Jesus".
You get to say stuff like "you need a holy ghost up your rear end" and scream and shout and just be mental and that's totally accepted and trick people into believing they're possessed by the devil and stuff. And making tons of money while your at it.
Then again, I'll probably burn in hell for saying these things.
I'll quote from Ab Fab instead and please do watch the clips!
And remember to take off your high heels and ruuuuuuuuuunnnn, ruuuuuuuunnnnn!
"Now tell me, how did Jesus come to you? Did he come from the side, did he come from above, did he come straight at ya? I know he didnt come from below 'cause you wouldnt have been able to see him."
Beth Ditto of The Gossip is something so refreshing as a woman and a rockstar without looking like a fucking Barbie. She is big, bold and beautiful instead. And with hair under her arms. And a lesbian. )of course she is, haha.)
In todays The Sun she talks about her antagonists and what they say about her. She says:
“I read things where people call me a ‘fat ugly b*tch’ and, you know what? I am a fat ugly b*tch and it’s amazing! I feel like ugly is beautiful. I am at the point where I can take that as a real compliment. If normal people don’t get it and aren’t open to it then that’s fine. I have lots of people who understand.”
I made a huge mistake a couple of days ago on my way from London to Los Angeles.
Terrible, and horrible and irrevocable.
I bought 'Red Carpets and other banana skins' by Rupert Everett.
Just the title should have put me off! Possibly the worst title ever apart from 'The Emancipation of Mimi' of course. But I was standing in Heathrow just about to board the 11 hour flight and realised I had forgot my book. And since I was going to Hollywood and the blurb said:
"He has spent his life surrounded by extraordinary people, and has witnessed extraordinary events. He was in Moscow during the fall of communism; in Berlin the night the wall came down; and at home in downtown Manhattan on September 11th. By the age of seventeen he was friends with Andy Warhol and Bianca Jagger, and since then he has been up close and personal with some of the most famous women in the world: Julia Roberts, Madonna, Sharon Stone, and Donatella Versace."
I thought I might as well do some research.
But the first 100 pages made me almost suicidal. Rupert's childhood was quite boring. And he just went on and on.
And how on earth reading about all his friends made me fall asleep somewhere over Greenland is a mystery. Shouldn't it be interesting to read about Andy, Beatrice Dalle and other cultural icons?
The Berlin wall coming down? The fall of communism anyone? zzzzz
For me it's not a mystery how Rupert isn't that famous compared to is friends. They probably fall asleep before they can offer him a part in their new films!
The proof is in the pudding though.
Please watch Rupert read from his book below.
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Friday, March 16, 2007 at 11:04PM 
