Reblogging Julia

The Empress has new designer clothes.

In today’s edition, Our Lady of Introspection is traumatized by neighbor sex, fails to realize she was schooled, once again, in print form, and she ditches her new best designer friend in favor of bows, glitter and sparkle.

• Yes, princess, even pregnant married people have sex.    How on earth are you going to face somebody who you KNOW has had sex, and perhaps even climaxed?  Only in New York, kids.  Only in New York.
• Picking out a dress?  But what about your new friend?  Did you at least buy a token before throwing her under the bus?
• No, the funny thing is that your unoriginal and forced sound bites in written, rambling form look positively juvenile when compared to someone who can craft a coherent and concise argument.  Oh well, debate isn’t about winning.
• The hiking up of the skirt is a classy touch, but I am now starting to understand your committment to the pursed lips pose.  I’ll grant you that it is probably hard to sex up the Laura Ingalls look, especially when you think you are standing next to someone who looks like Grace Kelley.  [Ed. Note:  Not hardly.]
• And while we’re on that subject, I feel in my everyday life I do things for people, but there will need to be a larger effort to reciprocate your gifts..  Ugh.  Everything about that friendship is starting to make horrifying sense.
• OH HAI!  Do I spy, with my little eye, a painting of you on the wall?  Color me STUNNED.
• Ooooh, an update.  I’m sure it was a timing issue and not you wanting to wear something more to your exacting standards.   I wonder why you were so interested in her?   Incidentally, you keep using that word couture.  I don’t think you know what that means.