The TBT hashtag rules with an ironfist on Instagram every Thursday. It’s impossible not to look at your feed and see awkward photos of years past, undoubtedly originally taken on a disposable camera (we hate the dreaded picture of a picture post…not that we’re not guilty of it ourselves). We had a thought here at
Spoiled Pussies (written about hearing that Karl Lagerfeld’s cat is fronting a makeup line) Our pet, Choupette! The anointed cat queen of fashion, Karl Lagerfeld’s own pussy has her own makeup line! Huzzah ye graceless apes, a touch of the female feline has descended to add mystery, grace, and disdain to animal-tested, Choupette-approved cosmetics. Oh,
The night before I moved to New York, I wrote down a quote I had found online and underlined it heavily – “I live in New York for the same reason as everyone else – to be able to rule the world if the opportunity arises.” Seven years later, I write down another Gotham observation
I’m seemingly free from having to process the minutia of conversations, and can focus on the important elements of the situation: the happiness, the anger, the frustration, the hand gestures and vocal intonations, the jubilation, the sadness, or the crusted booger on the upper lip.
Robin Thicke longs to be shackled to your unobjectionably objectifiable breast— to suckle and croon.