teddy, frankie, alex, georgie...kirby!

I am a huge supporter of getting the cheesiest possible shows from the 80s/early 90s released on DVD. I've long lamented the fact that Blossom has yet to be released. (Remember when Phylicia Rashad guest-starred in a dream sequence as Blossom's mom, and baked her a cake to teach her about her menstrual cycle? Frosted fallopian tubes = awesome!). As my roommate and I were reminiscing about our childhoods via email, another candidate for DVD-worthiness came up: Sisters!



Where were you at 10pm Saturday nights in the early 90s? Well, I was too young to be doing anything interesting, so I was totally watching this show. NBC's Saturday night line-up around this time were just full of awesomeness. Golden Girls (xoxo ladies!), Empty Nest, Nurses...and I think even at some point the freakin' Torkelsons (which is also another show I would love to see on DVD. "Oh, man in the moon...").
Sisters was chock full of soap opera-y goodness, yet I can't really remember exactly what happened. That's why I need the DVD. I know Teddy was my favorite. I read up on Wikipedia and there were a few things that slipped my mind about this show. First of all - I forgot that the Clooney was on it! FALCONER! I think this was the last of the Clooney's impressive run of guest-starring roles before he hit the big time. Anyway, he was hitting it with Teddy.



But the most disturbing lapse of memory...how could I forget KIRBY? Alex's daughter's husband? PLAYED BY PAUL FUCKIN' RUDD??? I mean, he's my number one imaginary boyfriend. Shame on you, Desiree, shame shame shame. You don't deserve the love of the Rudd.



Gosh, he's dreamy.

So I demand: SISTERS on DVD. Thanks.

betsey love

I am no fashionista, but I know designer true love when I see it, and I've been in love with Ms. Betsey Johnson for years. Her creations play right into my obsessions: tutus (duh), princessy accents, short dresses, sparkle and shine, etc. And, goddamn, she seems like a fun lady! Sadly, my own personal Betsey collection comes down to three pieces: a black lacy number that I miraculously scored at TJ Maxx years ago for $70, a pin-striped form-fitter I got on eBay for real cheap, and a brand-new white corset/full-skirt dress that I am too paranoid to actually wear out (dirt!). However, I do love to torture myself by occasionally going on the Betsey website and picking out my favoritest pieces. My latest:



Now, if I were to subject myself to join the masses on the greatest amateur night of them all, St. Patrick's Day, this is what I'd want to be wearing. Coincidentally, last night I purchased a St. Patty's tiara from the Target bargain bins. Leprechaun princess chic? I'm into it!



Marriage material. Meet me in Vegas, baby.



Sparkles AND purple? Um, YES.



A little shot of sophistication. It's like a dress in jacket form, and I want it.



Not into the dress at all, but the scarf...I'm not afraid to indulge in a bit of gaudiness.

For more: www.betseyjohnson.com
Check out the Spring 2008 collection which I love to death, and you'll know exactly how ridiculous I am.

you'll learn to love me

Hello my darling dears, and welcome to my 458th blog endeavor.

As I was fighting my way unsuccessfully through another Vox post on my latest Betsey Johnson wishlist, I made the executive decision to get the fuck out of there. I was having mad picture issues. I don't know what the hell they did to that website, but it just doesn't function correctly anymore. Down with Vox! Boo to your question of the day! I'm breaking up with you!

So I'm back at the Blogspot, where I had a horrible blog back in 2002-03. Basically just the silly rantings of a 22-year-old party girl. LAME. Oh, and the slang...I don't know what my damage was. I still have damage of course, but it's on another whole level.

Ok, so backstory, who cares, blah blah blah, let's move on. This one has a purpose - it's called "Material Issues" because basically this is my mega want list. Gimme-gimme, get it? I have a vision of endless superficiality and a complete lack of substance. Fluffy and greedy and girly. Maybe a little love, maybe a little hate. Hell yeah, that's my manifesto!

One last note: the title is chosen in reverence to the fabulous band Material Issue (aka that other less-talked-about 90s alt-rock suicide). Check them out. No, seriously, do it. Consider yourself commanded, bitch.


xo d