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A pre made-over Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada

Now, clearly I love the beauty and fashion industry. I delight in it. But this wasn’t always the case. Back in high school, I was the girl who took pride in arriving to class with her hair in a messy wet bun, wearing only lip balm and a snug t-shirt with drawstring pants. Vans were my footwear staple. I considered myself independent, a little bohemian, and I looked scornfully at the girls with smoky eyes and straightened hair. There was also, I’ll admit, a little bit of envy. In their fashion, their stilettos that clacked across the beige tiled hallways, those girls had what I didn’t: sex appeal.

Last night, I watched The Devil Wears Prada with my 12-year-old stepdaughter. She is uncommonly beautiful, with no trace of the awkwardness I suffered at her age. She is smart, perceptive, and a budding fashionista. (The night before, she’d killed thirty minutes by trying on half a dozen pairs of my shoes, then texting all her friends back in Seattle about her newfound love for high-heeled boots.) But as we watched Prada, she’d declare, “Ugh! I have such a big butt!” or “Look at all this baby-flab over my hips! You don’t have any of that!” or “I’m confused. How come my thighs touch when I’m standing up? That’s not right, is it?”

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Kelly Ripa

Okay, I understand why celebrities promote different products.  I mean, being a superstar doesn’t pay all that much, so they have to supplement their income somehow, right?  But I think it’s kind of obnoxious for them to think that just because they hold up a can of Pepsi for 30 seconds I’m going to go out and buy it.

Athletes that do product endorsements most likely use the sneaker they are hawking, but honestly do you think that Kelly Ripa does her own laundry? In all fairness, there is a possibility that she does; afterall, the woman has the stamina of the Energizer Bunny.  But, I know if I had her income and Mark Consuelos as my husband, I would not be spending ANY time in the laundry room. 

It seems that I can’t turn the TV on without some beautiful singer/actor telling me I could be gorgeous and stress free if I only used this mascara or that foundation.  And you know what?  It ticks me off to no end.  How do I know that they actually use these products?  I can’t picture Queen Latifah walking into her local Target to pick up the latest Maybelline lipstick.

And don’t even get me going on the numerous long maned sirens touting their “favorite” hair dye.  Am I supposed to believe that Eva Longoria or Penelope Cruz sit at home on a Saturday night in a ratty old T-shirt and sweat pants, waiting the required 10 or 20 minutes praying that they don’t get any dye on the couch or the phone?  No freakin’ way. You want me to buy your hair dye because it looks so gorgeous on Eva?  Then go to her house and tape her dying her own hair.  My bet is her luscious locks are courtesy of Antoine or Serge at L.A. High Priced Hair Cuts.