Is Lady Gaga trying to start a trend here or something? I’m thinking it’s got the “be yourself” theme going on, but I’m still not quite sure who Lady Gaga really is inside, so I could be completely wrong about that. Maybe she’s promoting “accept people with long, stringy grandma hair and those with a sincere need for Blistex.”

I’m kidding about that last part – I’m really appreciating Gaga as of late for, you know, LOOKING LIKE HER NORMAL SELF I suppose comes close to what I’m thinking, what with the whole new set of art videos she’s been pushing and everything, and now this Harper’s Bazaar cover and interview. She’s also been kind of doing this jazz throwback thing, which will almost *always* score points in my book, so hey. Let’s hear it for the boy girl, shall we?

Tod’s is a leather company based out of Italy, in case you were wondering, or thought maybe it had something to do with red vehicles, homelessness, or maybe even a research foundation for people who are missing half an arm, because as you can see in this top photo here, poor Anne‘s arm has somehow been Photoshopped away.

Anne is the new face of Tod’s, among other things like 2012′s version of Catwoman, white female rappers, and anger.

And here some of you were thinking that little Anne didn’t have a leg to stand on (you were wrong; it’s her arm).

Ok, you see that little ensemble – and by “ensemble,” I clearly mean “nipples” – above? That’s what LeAnn Rimes wore when she and Eddie took the kids to the fair this past weekend. I mean, at least she’s not wearing some tired bikini, but am I out of line to suggest that when you go out with your husband and his 8- and 4-year-old children, you should at least make sure your nipples aren’t fixin’ to bust through your tank top?

Oh, you guys! I’m just joshing! Taylor Swift just wrote on her arm because she got bored in 4th period and her friend Jessica was like “OMG, Tay, let me give you a tattooooooooo!” And Taylor was like “awesome, do it, do you think Brad will notice?” And Jessica was like “OMG OMG OMG!”*

I mean, I don’t have any hard evidence that that’s how this silliness happened, but that’s just what I’m going to go with.

Can you tell what Taylor has scribbled on her arm in marker? It’s a Dixie Chicks lyric:

Tell me everything I want to hear

Like it was your favorite year

Ugh, not even something from “Cowboy Take Me Away”? I’m disappointed on so many levels, Tay-Tay.

*Yeah, I know that Taylor is 21 years old. That makes the complete believability of that scenario even more troubling, don’t you think?

Look! My very first Courtney Stodden post! But you know what? I really lament the fact that this girl actually *deserves* her own post. I mean, what is this world coming to? It’s not as if I appreciate this teenager enough to merit a discussion, either – this is for the sole purpose of mocking her and hopefully pointing out to her what a stupid hole-of-ass she appears to be each and every time she opens her mouth about naked cooking, weird grandpa sex, or what true love means to her. I feel for the girl, ’cause she’s got a long road of regret ahead of her, and I don’t think she’s really going to feel the effects of what she’s doing until it’s way too late.

Anyway.

This is me, playing into the Courtney Stodden hype, throwing all of her rabid “fans” a bone, but really just satisfying my own sense for morbid curiosity. I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO THIS NUTTY-ASSED NUT. You know how it goes around these here parts.

Images courtesy of our partner, Socialite Life

I’m usually all about letting Rolling Stone dictate the choices of what’s in and what’s out in the music world, but lately I feel like they’re turning into the print version of MTV: shitty music, glamorized shitheads like Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi, and articles about, well … What are supposed to be Important Musical Icons Like Rihanna and Katy Perry. Win, RS win.

This time around, they’ve gone and compiled a list of the worst songs of the nineties, and I have to say that a lot of the songs featured on the list were probably some of the better songs of the nineties, especially if you weren’t into Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, or the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

The list, according to Rolling Stone:

#10 – 4 Non Blondes, What’s Up
Yep, I definitely love this song. It’s an epic karaoke song (like you don’t like karaoke) and it was a huge hit of the nineties. Everyone loved 4 Non Blondes, even if they didn’t want to admit it. Also, almost two decades later, it still kicks ass and gets people going. That’s got more staying power than some vapid Jersey Shore twat.

#9 – Right Said Fred, I’m Too Sexy
Please. Who doesn’t adore this song. Gay men, straight men, gay women, straight women … it’s all relative and the song fits really any occasion. I dare you to go into any club around the world (or at least in the States) and not see an overwhelming positive reaction when the first few bars of the song plays.

#8 – Baha Men, Who Let the Dogs Out
I agree with this – this song is positively horrible and should never have been let out. But also, this song came out in 2000, not in the nineties, so I’m calling null and void. Even though it was written in 1998, it wasn’t a single ’til the millennium. So there.

#7 – Celine Dion, My Heart Will Go On
Yeah, this is a pretty bad song, and I flip the knob on my car radio rather forcefully when it has the audacity to appear on my programmed favorites, but it was also the song for an epic film, Titanic, and if that doesn’t give you some good memories of being a pre-teen or a teenager, then your heart is a piece of cold, hard stone. Either that, or you never saw Titanic.

#6 – Hanson, MmmBop
I’m not going to lie – this song was one of those songs that you either loved or hated; there was no middle ground. I was a huge Hanson fan even now, when I hear this song play softly as grocery store muzak, tingles of joyful childhood teenage reminiscing run down my spine. It’s either that or after-effects of the epidural that I got during delivery of my daughter four years ago.

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