Lest You Think

that all i do is watch TV, i assure you, i do read. books. lots and lots of books. and of course, entertainment weekly and my fav crack mag, which has had some wretched cover stories of late (anna nicole's crappy kid? yay, who the hell cares? not me, thanks!).

but i must confess that the somewhat insecure, yet overly label-obsessed stylist show, the rachel zoe project, has me already and most sadly addicted. maybe my tastes have gone down the past few years, but at least i haven't gone to the dark side and watch those retarded "extreme home makeover" shows and their ilk.

i sure as hell don't like rachel's partner, taylor, who is permanently crabby, but it's quite a fascinating look into the hollyweird life of a major stylist. who knew that picking the right dress for red-carpet dresses was a life-and-death issue? maybe these people should go to work for a global engineering firm and compare notes, as they seem to believe in the same type of philosophy.

thank god that world is not for me!