Dear Stacy London,
Hi. Can we talk for a sec? I want to tell you that when you first came on the scene I thought you were pretty cute. That sassiness when you were asking that woman if her sweater stretched, and that cute little wink as you said "and you thought Woolite was just for your undies". Adorable. Plus, that gray streak in your hair looked very cool, very JoBeth Williams in Poltergeist. I always wanted one of those.
However girlfriend, now you are EVERYWHERE. You're on TV hawking Woolite, Pantene and Dr. Scholls in addition to that show on TLC where you tell people how ridiculous they look. I see you like every 30 minutes. Enough already. It's over saturation. I'm tired of seeing that huge smirky smile and every time you flip your hair it makes me want to grab you by it and swing you into the nearest wall.
Less is more you saucy thing. Now go away.
Love,
Liz
Post title from "Some Kind of Wonderful", my favorite of all the John Hughes teen angst movies in spite of (or perhaps because of) it's lack of official brat pack members. Sorry Molly and Michael, his obvious favorites.
Speak of the She-Devil
2 comments:
L-O-V-E it. Stacey doesn't bother me THAT much, but man, did Racheal Ray strick my nerves for the same reason. I can't even LOOK at "EVOO" without twitching.
I'm with ya Jen. The whole baby talk "yummy" "evoo Rachel Ray bullshit. She's right up there on my dislike Food TV Network List with Emiril and the chubby Southern Lady. I don't like her only because she gets off easy; everything tastes good with a pound of butter. duh. Also, I don't always think Stacey look that great. Now, let me go clean the pasta sauce off my 11-year old dirty sweatpants.
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