NEWSFLASH

Happy Thursday Morning! Enjoy today's news!

No one can tear President Obama (tee hee hee I still love it when I can type that) away from his Blackberry.

You know what mid-week means.... tabloid covers!

I wish everyone took so much interest when I get sick.

Caroline Kennedy, it's okay. Like my mom always said to me, family comes first.

H.Clinton = Secretary of State (finally!)

Oscar nominations are in!

Apparently Vanity Fair thinks Obama likes pomagrantes?

SATC take two. It's official.

-M

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

Don't lie to me. You were a No Doubt freak too. You wore the bindi on your forehead because Gwen rocked it so well. You sang 'Just A Girl' around your house, while it blasted out of your Sony Walkman (as in cassette player. Yes. It was that long ago.). You wanted to dye your hair pink like Gwen did, but your stuffy, New England bred mother wouldn't let you because she said you'd get kicked out of your snooty private school. Despite this, you still tried to dye it with watermelon Kool-Aid (bad idea, by the way, the smell attracts mosquitos like whoa -- not that I would know or anything. All hypothetical here.)...

Anyway, get pumped and bust out the copies of 'Tragic Kingdom' and 'Rock Steady' because of this. Can someone please cue up 'Don't Speak.' Thanks.

-M

Fashion, put it all on me.

(image courtesy of Nylonmag.com)

I have been anxiously awaiting for months now to see what Alexander McQueen will pull out of his back pocket for his MCQ line for Target that's due to hit shelves (and my closet) in March. Nylon nabbed the first look at the designs, and I feel rather iffy.

The iffy feeling can be explained not at the fault of McQueen. I dislike the lighting in these Nylon photos. It's cold in Boston and snowing and I can't bear to look at short sleeves or bikinis. I don't like the American Apparel feel of the models.

What I do like, however is the blue sweater dress and black blazer. Thanks Target for supplying my recession wardrobe needs.

-M

Inauguration Hangover

(image courtesy of Reuters)

It's Inauguration hangover today, complete with fashion roundups and musical performances. I for one know that I should have skipped out of snowy Boston and gotten to DC. Why did no one alert me that the Inaugural "Neighborhood" Ball was open to the public last night? No one told me that Maroon 5 was performing. Oh right, and Alicia Keys. And that the Obama's first dance as the first couple would be to Beyonce. Next time I need to be included on such a memo. Rumor has it though that the Obamas got through with their party hopping early last night. Why would that be? Too many glasses of champagne? Too many snooty donors? Did the party end when Maroon 5 put down the guitar?

Anyway, I for one can vouch that I spent all day yesterday watching all the DC festivities on ABC News. And as the day went on, I found myself growing more and more fond of Michelle Obama's fashion choice. Although the yellow/gold color was a bit questionable to me at first, it ended up looking splendidly on her as she and Barack walked down the DC streets. Something tells me that all of a sudden everyone will know of Isabel Toledo's collection, since the first lady sporting your designs is the best PR ever. Evidence of this? An email from Barneys New York this morning in my inbox sending me to this link. Told you so.

But just between you and me - the best fashion of the day goes to the first daughters, who apparently shop at J.Crew just like me (and every other New England prep school alum). Kudos girls.

More political news with Ted Kennedy escorted out of the lunchon yesterday afternoon after reports of seizuring. As a Bostonian, the Kennedy's are my royality, and Pop Culture Paradox sends loads of well-wishes to the Senator.

-M

Red Sox Offseason Checklist

Securing Papelbon for at least this season without going into arbitration? Check.

Signing Youkilis for four more seasons (eliciting cheers of 'YOOOOOOOK!' all over the city of Boston)? Check.

Meeting with Jason Varitek and getting text message verification that he wants to be back in the Hub for this season. Check. (Can we please stop being cheapos and just resign him already?)

A not so subtle note to John Henry and Theo (I-dont-care-if-you-have-a-wife-and-kid-you're-still-hot) Epstein: There's 77 days left before Opening Day. 35 days until the first Spring Training game against BC. Let's get this roster good to go. Okay? Okay.

Buttercup was always MY favorite

While cruising the interwebs this afternoon at work (shhh. don't tell anyone), I came across this post on ONTD. Am I the only mid-twenty-something that remembers how fantastically wonderful The Powerpuff Girls were? My best friends from middle school and I even designated who's personalities matched up with who. I, of course, was Buttercup. The fiesty brunette. Some things never change.

The DVD box set of the entire series goes on sale today (1/20). Go grab it, make a Shirley Temple, eat some Skittles and pretend you're 12 again. It's okay, I won't tell a soul.

-M

INAUGURATION DAY!

Pop Culture Paradox loves PRESIDENT Obama

Congrats!!!!

NEWSFLASH.

TabloidCoverWednesday -- haven't you missed it so? (Jezebel's overview here)

But without Steve Jobs, who will possibly invent a new gadget that I'll need to run out and buy?!

Oh WSJ. Prep school jerks everywhere will still pop their collar. I promise you that much.

I SO bet Lily Van Der Woodsen listened to Madonna and wore neon pink leggings. Viva la 80s.

Carrie Bradshaw <3's Britney Spears.

Oh my good god in heaven. Please no one tell my boyfriend about this, because I'd rather not see him lose a leg.

I have no words.

A warning for underage boys everywhere.

Lady GaGa... covering Heidi Montag? WTF?

-M

Varitek, don't break my heart like this...

While reading this article on Boston.com this morning, my heart sank just a little bit. We are under a month away from spring training in Florida. And only 82 days (yes, I just counted in my trusty Coach day planner) away from Opening Day at Fenway Park. Jason Varitek is starting to make me bite my nails. Just a little bit. And we all know that bitten, black nail polished nails are not a good look for anyone. Laugh all you want, but seriously, Varitek is (I refuse to say was, yet) the Red Sox captain. The C. He didn't bat so hot last season, and he's getting older, but for Red Sox fans my age, he's like a Red Sox staple. He didn't bail on us like Damon did for pinstripes and a clean shave. He was with the team in 2004 - one of the few that remain. He's scruffy and the definition of a 'Boston Guy' if I've ever seen one. There doesn't seem to be a market for him anywhere else (otherwise his status as a free agent wouldn't be so prominent still in the Globe) and I can say that he's valued here. We can't enter this 2009 season with three catchers, none of which holds substantial MLB experience.

As if I didn't already dislike Scott Boras (Varitek's agent) after this Texiera debacle, now he could take away the love I have for wearing my green Varitek Red Sox tee. Don't make me hate you more. Please?

My Life Would Suck Without You

I have been a deliquient blogger. I know, and I'm sorry. But you know what they say. Holidays bring the crazy - meaning parties, family issues, gift giving, and hardly no time to breathe. P and I have hardly even talked, and that's saying something because even though we're divided by an ocean or two, we talk everyday - normally. Anyway, then post-holiday, the new year came around, and the new year brought almost breakups, and a severe lack of incentive to write. Anywho I AM BACK, and finally there's something worth writing about.

Here you go loverfaces. Kelly Clarkson's new single. If the YouTube link is dead, sorry, just search it in the box bc it'll be everywhere by the end of the day. I (and my prep school best friend, A) ARE OBSESSED with it (not to mention that I feel a certain emotional link to the lyrics. Maybe K.Clarks and I have similar love life issues). Welcome back, KClarks. Pop music has severely missed you. Let's stay with the 'Since You've Been Gone' era and not slip into that 'My December' era of music that we can just forgive and forget about. K? K.

-M