A Lower Common Denominator

I suppose because the sun is now more permanently out and as a result everything just seems lighter, I seem to be entering an anti-intellectual (or at least an a-intellectual) phase.

For instance, since I finished reading Game Change last week (a compelling, juicy book but not particularly cerebral...I loved it) I haven't felt the need to pick up another book, which is atypical for me. Instead, I'm making my way through my backlog of magazines (Vogue, Afar, W, National Geographic, you get the idea) and am feeling quite virtuous about it. Does this make me like one of those fictitious models on Sex and the City who lamented "People don't always realize this about me, but I'm very literary. I mean, I'll sit down and read a magazine all the way through!"?


And I'm becoming far more involved with reality TV than any self respecting recipient of higher education should be. Of course I've always watched it, but I have to say I found myself inordinately upset when I found out that last week's Kell on Earth was the season finale.



I already miss her straight talk, her wry assistant Andrew's witticisms and I'll miss new entries on this blog which worships the show as much as I do.


Now I'll have to get my Cutrone fix through a different medium...I am absolutely dying to read her book. So much in fact that, as much as I adore the New York City Library, I'm not sure I can wait for them to get a copy. I may actually have to purchase it. This is highly unusual for me...which can only mean that the depth of my obsession with this woman I have never met is verging on the unhealthy.


I can console myself over the end of Kell on Earth with the lovely t-shirts and sweatshirts that the show introduced me to at Alternative Apparel. I realize that more likely than not the frequent mention of this company on the show was a product placement. But I don't care. Find me something more perfect than their burnout tee (particularly the v neck) and then we can talk about the evils of surreptitious advertising.


Speaking of fashion-y reality TV offshoots, apparently the exquisitely grumpy and platinum Taylor from The Rachel Zoe Project has struck out on her own, and in addition to doing her own stylish styling thing, she's also blogging, introducing edginess to the masses.

Thanks to her I've got a new jewelry obsession over at Alkemie...





I think the whole line is exciting but this textured stingray cuff is just calling out to me.


And she's given me a new Alexander McQueen scarf to lust over, and happily reminded me of an old unrequited love.


So despite the great loss of an excellent Monday night TV option, I'm moving onwards, taking comfort in these new obsessions the original one engendered. I have things to do, magazines to page through, after all.