We have been eating lots of latkes lately. There were also jelly doughnuts, but we ate those too fast for pictures.
THERE IS A BABY LIVING INSIDE OF HER. ALSO, THERE ARE PEACE SIGNS ON HER DRESS WHICH IS PRETTY MUCH ONE OF THE WEIRDER THINGS EVER. ALSO. SHE HAS BANGS NOW. I CAN’T STOP TYPING IN CAPITAL LETTERS. I AM SO HAPPY. WILLS AND KATE FOREVER.
So last week at lunch I discovered I have a talent – a knack for manufacturing. I remember seeing this Jil Sander bag all over the Internet when it made its first appearance. People were enthrawled. For $290, this could be yours! I am usually one for the new, interesting, and even ironic in fashion, but even this was a little comedic to me. So while waiting for my coworker to finish her soup, I decided to DIY myself a little Jil Sander. I think it was pretty clever – I mean, I laughed. A fashion parady by Molly. I thought myself to be pretty amusing – smile and nod. If you are interested, hit me up. I will give it to you at half the Jil Sander selling price. Call it a deal, you will be the coolest kid in town. You’re welcome.
So Thanksgiving is over. Meaning my roommate chose yesterday morning to begin the month of constant Christmas music instead of her usual Nelly Pandora Radio while we get ready for work. I really only like the oldies – meaning Rat Pack Christmas exclusively. I will however accept Michael Buble. I may also allow a little N*Sync Holiday Album or that one Mariah song, but only when drinking.
Having said this and expressing my love for the classics, It has come to my attention that one of my favorite winter hits may or may not be a sexual molestation song. JUST SAYING. At work the other day my co worker and I started singing a muttled version of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ that caught the attention of (annoyed the shit out of) people in the kitchen. Some brave soul approached us at our desks and asked us to stop. She then said, ‘You do know that song is like, for lack of a better term, a rape song.’ She left and then, BOOM, song was forever ruined.
It is true. It is horrible. We laughed for like twenty minutes about how awful it is, but she is right. Listen to the lyrics! A song like that would never be written in today’s world. Also, where were my/yours/America’s parents when this song came on the radio? Why didn’t someone say, ‘Hey, if you want to go home, JUST SAY NO’ or ‘If someone tries to force another drink down you, SAY NO’ or ‘When someone uses the lame excuse of bad weather for why you can’t leave his house, GET OUT.’ I mean, really? (With Seth Meyers). Really?
Sorry to ruin the holidays. Just call me Scrooge, but I am right on this, I know. I will say I still like it. And I am 100% positive it is the best song to sing a duet to in the halls of your sorority when getting ready for anything in the winter, especially a tacky sweater party that you and your best friend are going to be ‘creepy uncles’ for. It is the bomb! Here are two of my favorite renditions of the tune to cheer you up. They’re comedic so it’s totally PC.
So back in 2010 I spent a little time studying and working across the pond in London. One of the things my flatmates and I made sure to do was see Les Miserables. Kid you not, it was the best show I have ever seen. I cried. Like REALLY cried. And I never cry at plays. How it is so good is beyond me. Here is our tourist picture outside of the theatre. Please do not judge me, I swear Harem pants were in then. I am also pretty sure the ombre fringe infinity scarf was cool too.
Lucky us, it was also during Nick Jonas’ short stint as Marius. Perk of a lifetime for my friend Caroyln. When the lights went down they announced his name and girls throughout the theatre started screaming. The confused Swedish girls behind us leaned down and asked what the commotion was about, Caroyln explained: “Jonas! Like our Backstreet Boys!” I rolled my eyes, but it really is a great comparison for Euro tourists. Carolyn also made us wait outside afterwords to see her beloved baby Jonas who, at the time was most likely not even legal. She still swears to this day they had a moment. I was much more concerned about being tackled by the screaming crowd of 13 year old British children. We did see him.
MY POINT of this post, however, is to make sure you knew that this shit is going to be A MOVIE. With everyone I love in it. Basically. It has my girl crush, Anne Hathaway. My real crush, Mr. Burberry himself, Eddie Redmayne. And everyone’s crush, Hugh Jackman. I mean, what else needs to be said? But seriously, if that cast isn’t enough for you, here is the trailer. It gives me chills. I am a loser.
It comes out on Christmas day and you better believe my butt will be in that movie theatre as soon as I get back to the U.S. after the holiday.
Also, if you ever need another example of why I love Anne OR why I love SNL. Here is everything I love in less than 4 minutes.