According to our image provider, this girl's name is Eliza Dolittle -- as in, one "o" short of everyone's favorite flower girl. And of course when I try to Google that to find out what the heck her deal is, I get 100 returns that have to do with Pygmalion or My Fair Lady and "The Language of Eliza Doolittle" and whether Keira Knightley is going to play the role in a remake (please, God, no)(although she might be kind of good, actually, I guess) (but for some reason that prospect of an Eliza Doolittle who talks through her teeth at 100 miles per hour is giving me hives).
Ergo, it's hard to figure out who this person is, other than a Scrolldown Fug the likes of which would make Cybill Shepherd proud.
While they're brilliantly handy for arch support, spontaneous dance-offs, and running away from bears, wearing sneakers on the red carpet just makes you look like a lost cheerleader -- or in this case, a LAZY lost cheerleader who can't even be bothered to cut off the tags.
To put it in terms that Eliza Doolittle would understand:
All I want is a starlet somewhere
Who cares enough to brush her hair
And ditches the Nike Air.
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
The right cute pump could've saved this dress.
(Though it's still got problems, confess.)
If only she'd fixed that mess.
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Sigh. I need to stop before I fully script my parody-song sequel, "On The Street Where Louboutins Live." Instead, I will share with you a Random Fug that likewise would be sure to give Henry Higgins a coronary:
Ergo, it's hard to figure out who this person is, other than a Scrolldown Fug the likes of which would make Cybill Shepherd proud.
While they're brilliantly handy for arch support, spontaneous dance-offs, and running away from bears, wearing sneakers on the red carpet just makes you look like a lost cheerleader -- or in this case, a LAZY lost cheerleader who can't even be bothered to cut off the tags.
To put it in terms that Eliza Doolittle would understand:
All I want is a starlet somewhere
Who cares enough to brush her hair
And ditches the Nike Air.
Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
The right cute pump could've saved this dress.
(Though it's still got problems, confess.)
If only she'd fixed that mess.
Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Sigh. I need to stop before I fully script my parody-song sequel, "On The Street Where Louboutins Live." Instead, I will share with you a Random Fug that likewise would be sure to give Henry Higgins a coronary:
For those of us who have wondered what would happen if Phoebe Price and Courtney Peldon somehow merged, well, I think we've found our shiny, skimpy answer. And she's every bit as committed to making her crotch public domain as we expected. If anyone wants to launch Wikigyno, this "Lauren Karl" person would be the ideal first entry, because anyone who sees her walking or standing or sitting or dancing or climbing a staircase will be capable of adding a pretty damn factual opinion on the workings of her ladybits.
