The Jersey Shore, Kim Kardashian, My Monkey Baby – what are your choices for the worst of the decade?
Feature:Aurora at the Commodore Ballroom
Feb 13 2019. Julie Rankin review, Pavel Boiko photos.
‘The Lollapaloozas, Birkenstocks-as-regular-footwear (you know who you are), mushrooms and ska bands, Mr. Lifto, Paralyzers, the flowery sundresses with cowboy boots and sexy/messy flannel shirts. Sigh…’
‘The harlot of the moment, Rachel Uchitel, is scoring the kind of money-can’t-buy-it publicity that will certainly propel her straight to reality TV stardom, along with Ashley Dupre (Elliott Spitzer’s hooker friend), those obnoxious White House Party Crashers, and Balloon Boy’s Family…’
‘Miss Prejean is repellent for a number of reasons, not the least being that she had rational individuals compelled to come down on the same side of a dispute as Perez Hilton and the Miss California USA company (owned by Donald Trump)…’
‘Lindsay Lohan is back to wrapping her leggings around those in possession of a Y chromosome again these days… And she went about as far into that territory as she could; the starlet was caught smooching the studly/oaf-ish Gerard Butler…’
Our Scurrilous Ephemera columnist shares some of her costume ideas.
‘Heidi Montag-Pratt, who can’t dance, can’t act, can’t not act, can’t sing, can’t look normal and can’t successfully pose for Playboy… can’t even be a dysfunctional family member…’
‘[David Icke] is the fellow who makes millions of dollars writing books for insane people about how the powerful elite citizens of the world are actually lizards from space, but we can’t tell because they’re disguised as humans…’