ANNA WINTOUR IS HILARIOUS, NO FLY-AWAYS

From The Right-Side...

Yes, I rambled on about Anna Wintour's little Met party, and I really am done talking about that insane display of questionable taste.

But, Seth Meyers is not done rambling on about it.

My Cavalier also has great hair.

Was it his needy way to let us know he attended?

Was it his sly way of letting us know he is all chummy with the hilarious (I didn't say it, he did) head-honch at Vogue?

http://time.com/3850138/anna-wintour-late-night-seth-meyers/

This video link demonstrates one thing.

Anna Wintour knows how to milk something for all its worth, AND the woman never has those pesky fly-away hairs popping up around the part in her hair. But, neither does my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.

I hear she gets her hair trimmed everyday (that really is what I heard), so I guess there is no time for tiny hairs to flair up. My dog goes for a groom once a month, and they don't even cut the hair on her head. Just sayin'.

However, if I were a hair on that head, I admit I would never dare try to be unruly. Lady W has the face of someone who would step into her Chanel inspired powder room, in her sky-high designer heels, and rip a hair out by the roots!

Yeah, she looks like she is a barrel of fun.

Let me know what you think of the video and if Anna has a calling in comedy.

Vogue!

Gotta dash...

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HOT OFF THE MET PRESS, NOT REALLY

From The Right-Side...

Have you heard the BIG NEWS?

The fabulous Met Ball was held and all the fabulous (nope) types showed up looking fabulous (nope). See Rihanna's cape photo, and you will want to head to IHOP.

Faux-covers, more fun than faux-celebs!

Call me jaded (or worse), but after a few clicks around an assortment of newsfeeds, I was utterly bored. We have seen enough nearly-bare-asses for the next ten years.

Sarah Jessica Parker had a dramatic and colorful hair adornment, but even that seemed tired. Her expression in the photos seemed to reflect the feeling SHE was over it. Who knows.

How many times must we see the usual suspects, you know who they are, in costumes-strolling and twirling down a blah-blah carpet?

The awards shows are one thing, we get to see a few interesting personalities.

Seeing photos and reading the details of Anna Wintour's little soiree has lost it glitter and gloss, for me.

I am over it. All of it.

Personally, I do not care who attends, what they wore or any drama that woulda, shoulda, coulda, happened.

As a reader, I troll for information to stay abreast of all things important, current and just junky-fun (celebs/gossip). Having spunky conversation with The Left-Side while sipping a chilled martini makes for a fascinating evening. I need material!

However, we (in the royal sense) desperately need to have more important news reported and less pandering to moronic posers. Not that I shy away from gossip. I read it like crazy. But, we have entered the 'blah-zone.' 

Just the image of these people (you know who they are, remember) and my eyes glaze over, then slowly roll toward the heavens. I. AM. OVER. SEEING. THEM. HEARING. ABOUT. THEM.

Basically, in the gossip arena, we need new faux-celebs for the hundreds of media (using term loosely) types to click and babble over.

Until people stop clicking on links, stop making comments, STOP showing any interest...it will remain the same.

Until I see a new crop of people behaving badly for our entertainment, I will scroll and scroll and scroll in the hope that a new face or story will appear.

Either that, or continue making my own faux-gossip and mag-covers!

Gotta dash...

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ADULTS ONLY, KIDS-TAKE A SEAT IN THE KITCHEN

From The Right-Side...

Listen, don't get me wrong, I LOVE kids. Love 'em.

But, Anna Wintour (Vogue honcho, in case you only read this blog), as well as that Nova Scotia restaurateur, Richard Moore, were not wrong when they expressed strong feelings that small, moody kiddies should NOT attend fashion shows or dine at ALL restaurants.

Loud music, flashing lights and questionable runway couture are too much for the senses of tots. Don't we all know kids should feel free to put on their OWN fashion show...in their livingroom!

Walking the livingroom catwalk!

Sitting quietly for a few hours while adults sip expensive wine and devour delectable bits is just not what kids are designed to do. Ever.

Adults Only, snazzy restaurants and snobby fashion shows should be allowed. Definitely. No apology necessary.

My heart is not completely made of granite. I also get that hardworking parents want to spend time with their little love-bundles, AND have a date night or just a dinner prepared by someone else.

Got it!

However, I bring no shade to Miz W, or the Canadian.

Mr. Moore, owner of The Lobster Pound and Moore, went on a Facebook rant about banning screaming kids from his establishment...and then apologized. Spineless.

The Devil wearing Prada and oversized shades? Never!

Honestly, this is all SO simple.

Parents, if you want an adult-themed evening out, get a sitter for your precious tow-head, or find kid-friendlier places. You will find them on every corner. It is the wise choice.

Restaurants, have an early-bird option  for those wishing to lug kids to fancy-pants dining, an ADULTS ONLY section or night/s.



Kids need to roam when they eat finger food!

ADULTS only after 7:00 p.m., seems very reasonable. Sort of like being 21 to be served a perky libation (liquored-up drink).

My idea will never fly, because it does seem to me as though many kids have NO bedtime. No matter what time TLSide and I drag our asses around for dinner and a cocktail or two...KIDS. Not well-behaved for the most part, sadly.

Yep, there comes a point in the day when the playground-set needs to take a seat at the kitchen table (at home) with a healthy snack (do Lucky Charms count?), slide into their jammies, listen to a story and cuddle a stuffed animal.

And, just like that...Mr. Sandman hits their sparkly eyes with magical sleep dust.

See, simple!

Gotta dash...

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