Diva Knows Best

Diva Knows Best is equal parts sarcastic wit, mid-west sensibility, media savvy, and pop culture wonder. There’s a strong voice of someone who is fascinated by all things celebrity but can see through the slick manufactured façade to discover valuable life lessons.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Not So Religious Experiences

Ever take the time to slow down and really examine something. Whether it’s the size of the pores on your face or the way the dirt on your car artfully depicts the Virgin Mary. Life moves so fast that it becomes fascinating what you pick up when you really pay attention. No, I didn’t have a religious experience but I did lift my head out of the clouds long enough to look at the current celebrity headlines. So, I thought I’d write the random thoughts down and let you judge for yourself.

Don’t Cry For Me Iggy

Poor Ellen Degeneres has been a basket case lately. Her plea- Let Iggy go back to his new family. It seems after netting millions of dollars with her charm and business savvy, she forgot to read the fine print when she recently adopted a dog. When the puppy proved to be too much for her, she thoughtfully placed it in the safe home of her hairdresser’s family. The problem came when the adoption agency found out about the switcharoo and promptly removed the dog from the home.

All of this led to Ellen’s impassioned and somewhat blithering meltdown on her show begging for Iggy’s return. While slightly uncomfortable to watch, I believe it was heartfelt. Now the militant animal agency is taking the stance that they won’t be bullied by Ellen. Bullied? Investigate the family’s home and return the damn dog. Why the drama? I know they don’t want their dogs to be discarded or given to unsafe families but quit the drama and return the damn mutt.

Twelve Steps

I’m not an expert of recovery so maybe someone out there can clarify this. My only point of reference is an episode of Sex and the City where Carrie dated a recovering addict. I thought that part of the recovery process was not to enter into new romantic relationships. I probably have this wrong but it kinda makes sense. Enter Lindsey Lohan. Rumor has it the romantically discerning (snicker, snicker) starlet (more snickers) has a new beau and may be engaged. Does this go against the principals of recovery? And what’s up with all of these young girls needing to continuously date a string of men? I guess there is no such thing as getting to know yourself. They subscribe to the Elizabeth Taylor way of dating. But then again, at least she married her men and received extravagant jewelry for her companionship.

Salma Hayek Has My Baby

No, she wasn’t part of an international conspiracy plot to abduct my baby but she did steal my baby names. Granted J vetoed both but in my mind she still has my daughter. Loved Valentina. J turned it down. I thought it was strong yet feminine. Years ago, I introduced the idea of Paloma and was instantly shot down. I thought it was classic and sophisticated. J said anyone named Paloma should be rich and have a maid. And that folks, is how Salma Hayek has my baby.

What’s on your mind today?

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