Your Unemployed Daughter

photo credit: melbietoast2009

Update on the situation of weirdness yesterday in the apartment building: When I came home from the gym last eve I saw a mattress propped up outside for garbage collectors with a huge burn-hole in it. Which explains why the lobby smelled kinda … singed.

Apartment living! You think you can trust your neighbors not to burn the place down, and then you find out the truth.

Of course, given my own post-layoff tale (aka the Great Dumpling Massacre of 09), I guess I can’t blame anybody. Yet.

In other news, Madonna is the new face (boob?) of Dolce & Gabbana. And props to her and all, she’s 51 and looks great, but have you ever seen an Italian housewife with arms like those? My suspension of disbelief is tested.

And in yet other (fashion) news, this helpful piece in the New York Times shows men how to buy jeans that actually fit! Glory be, because that’s something I’ve been worrying about for a while, and this is exactly the kind of content that people are going to want to pay for, no? Practical, service-oriented, denim-focused?

And also, forget the jeans, what in the heck is wrong with Harrison Ford that he’s starring in a movie with Brendan Fraser? And why does Brendan Fraser spell his name that way? And, NYT, “Read My Hips”??? It all gives me the jivvers.

By the way, the image above is of Robert Pattinson’s denim-clad vampire crotchola. Yeah, thank me now.

And thank me twice for this: