Monthly Archives: April 2008

Shameless Vjanity

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I can’t think of anything better than my logo on your guys’ rocking bods.

Vjanity Faire is now open for business!

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Feeling lucky.

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Every morning on my way to the train I pass the Mexican consulate and even at 6am there’s a line forming.

And it reminds me to be grateful for the accident of birth that gives me the right to live in the country I want to live in.

And I also pass a construction site, and the guys there remind me to be grateful for the accident of genetics that gave me my fantastic ass.

A sexless bed.

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My moment of triumph over the loft bed was short lived, quickly replaced by the realization that I own no twin sized bedding.

So I’ve been online shopping.

And it occured to me that I don’t live with a boy.  I won’t be bringing boys home to it.  It’s a twin sized loft bed, and my boyfriend (always wait so long to confirm a rumor that by then nobody cares) lives far away, and so the odds of me ever having sex on this particular bed are pretty slim.

So I can totally girl-out here.  I don’t have to consider masculine tastes here at all.  Not that I mind that much, but it’s just that I haven’t been in this position since like, I was teenager, and I may never be again.

My friends have been helping me shop, and I think I owe them a collective apology for not having mentioned before they began that when it comes to bedding, all that taste I don’t have in clothes comes out and turns me into a snotty bitch.  I turned up my nose at pretty much everything.

I’ve pretty much always been that way.  At the age of eight, my bed resembled that of a thirty year old woman.  I’m picky.

So I want girly, and soft, and pretty and perhaps downright childish, but it has to be just the right sort of girly and soft and pretty and downright childish.

Can you help?  Suggestions?  Links?  Oh, also, I’m being a total Jew about the price too. 

Also, this has been surprisingly controversial.