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She’s no stranger to hardship (her fiancé died in the 2004 tsunami in Thailand, and she was seriously injured) so it’s no wonder Petra Nemcova is empathetic to charitable causes.
The Czech chick was spotted last night heating up the red carpet at the New Dreams Charity Dinner to benefit the Somaly Mam Foundation.
Wearing a maxi dress and an “H” necklace, Rachel Bilson was spotted running a few Friday afternoon errands in Sherman Oaks, California.
After leaving her place, the Jumper actress stopped by the local gas station, filling up her Lexus Hybrid SUV before venturing over to the Sweet Dreams Salon for a manicure.
Oh. My. God. Tinsley Mortimer, famed New York socialite and personal hero of mine (sort of), may be cobbling together some sort of reality show. Guest Of A Guest got a tip that this casting notice is referring to the blonde dynamo. The casting calls for "the nations [sic] most ambitious, driven, stylish and socially conscious young debutantes of pedigree from all over the country [looking] to propel your careers, social standing, and your causes onto the world stage with New York's reigning socialite princess." Could this be Tinz?? Is she still reigning? Is there some other be-Chooed teeterer that has knocked her off the throne? We will, of course, keep you pathetically, desperately updated. Woot! [GOaG] After the jump a very important (i.e. fake) quote from Ms. Mortimer.
When I heard that I was doing a reality show I was lying in my bathtub on the third floor wearing my rain slicker and thinking about sea lions. One time at the Sea World zoo I got in a fight with a sea lion because he was very mean to me and I don't like that. I think that must be why I wanted to do a reality show, you know? So people will be nice to me who aren't Guadalupe (she made me tacos today with peanut butter and jelly in them and they were sooo good!) I wonder if Kristian will help me with the reality show because he is a gay person and they know a lot about TV shows and unicorns. But he is probably busy with his work with the beep boops down at the Port Authority. I would like a unicorn. Do you know what time it is? I think it's midnight. I miss the bathtub.
The passive-aggressive emo subway-stalking routine has reached a tipping point, with copycat bloggers blooming like pansies. We would like to offer some helpful hints to participants in and victims of this phenomenon.
"I guess first off is I have really high standards, especially if I'm going to have to take the time and write about her, so posts may be sporadic," blogs the gentleman who created a new blog called "So I Saw You On the Train..."
Oh, he has high standards.
This platform will for me to call out girls I saw on the train that I think are hot, if they come across their posting I made of them then they can totally hit me up and we'll go out for coffee, talk, laugh, and hopefully make out and other things.... No I'm not really as creepy and masagenistic (sic)... Watch out for the first hot chick for me to come across, it may be you ;)God, I hope not.
Guys, let me give you some advice. Trust me, this will save you a lot of time and "masagen[y]" down the line. If you see a cute girl? On the train, or wherever? Just say hi. And smile. And compliment her. Seriously. That's all it takes. For example, a guy on the train with a mohawk once told me he liked my hair. And you know what? I called him!
First of all, if you're blogging about a cute girl instead of saying hi to her, you're a pussy. We want to date men. And men do not see a cute girl, do nothing, and then go home and blog about it. That is emosogynistic behavior.
Given all the opportunities for awkwardness from which you cannot immediately escape, however, it may be best to avoid public transportation altogether. That's what I learned yesterday, after ending up on the bus next to an "acquaintance" who I made out with last month at the Turkey's Nest, who never called, except for sending a late-night text message several weeks later asking, "what are you wearing?"