Last night Bossy couldn’t sleep if her life depended on it, which is rather inconvenient considering life does depend on sleeping. Bossy’s only defense was to crack open her latest New Yorker magazine and read and read and read — sometimes even through Bossy’s closed eyelids — in order to report to Bossy’s council the…
newz & trendz & zzz
Dear Christy Turlington, Where’d You Get Those Pants?
The other day Bossy was walking along the High Line minding her own business, where minding her own business equals Bossy was minding everyone else’s business. That’s when Bossy spied the cutest pants that ever lived. Also? They were on Christy Turlington: A color that was really a non-color, the pants maybe featured something neat…
Ten-Word Tuesday — The Concert Edition
This past weekend, Bossy had the chance to go see Blondie perform live! Since this is a way better alternative to Blondie performing dead, Bossy purchased a ticket. Well. The band wasn’t onstage ten seconds when Bossy’s friend Barbara who accompanied Bossy announced, “Debbie Harry is suffering from catastrophic bad styling.” At first Bossy didn’t…