- Why is being a brunette such a disability? Okay, fair enough, the whole damn thing is meant to be all about blondes, I get that, I am by no means trying to take that away from them but why, just why does the brunette race always have to be portrayed as ultra McSerious? The blondes get to be all ditzy and adorable and fun, the brunettes meanwhile not so much. Nope, instead we are just dull, boring and generally very yawn. I'll have you know that us dark-haired chicks are super sultry, sassy and sexy. I call for a far more fair representation people. Angelina, Megan and I are not amused.
- I hate Warner. Not the kind of hate that would inspire one to commit a criminal offence, but the more low-key, passive type that makes the hatred-filled individual throw daggers with their eyes at the said victim. I heart metaphorical daggers! Warner reminds me of my callous, inhuman ex, he brutally kicks poor, unsuspecting Elle to the kerb (that's 'curb' for you pesky English Americans) just because she doesn't fit the mould, rather like my callous, inhuman ex. And a few nano-seconds later he has found himself a Vivian/Vivienne (however it is she's spelling her name these days) just because she fittingly slots into his ideal lifestyle, rather like, yup, you guessed it, my callous, inhuman ex. For those who wonder, I do not mean literally, he is not an alien or a robot, he is actually very much human. As far as I know anyway. And then *gasp*, Warner assumes he can just pick up from where he left off, how dare he? Elle is not some Barbie doll he can just toy with, you know, just drop when he's bored, and then return to on a whim when his heart desires. Okay, in all fairness perhaps she is a Barbie doll but surely you get my drift here??
- I love Emmett. Emmett is geek chic, which was so totally 'in' a few years ago, back in the day of, *drools*, Seth from 'The O.C.' - dimpled, self-confessed comic book addict Seth, with his mop of dark curls, puppy-dog eyes and extensive use of sarcasm as wit, oh how I miss him. Where is he nowadays anyway, haven't heard a peep from him for centuries - answers on a postcard to the usual address folks. Might have to send out a search party for Mr Junior Cohen - we desperately need some sort of GPS tracking device to locate the missing cutie. Back to Emmett - Emmett is the kind of guy who knows how to treat a laydee, he appreciates her, and worships the ground she walks on. Not that I believe that the act of worshipping makes for a healthy relationship or anything. It sure is flattering though. A wonderful case of the age-old 'opposites attract' - all that I readily wolf down for I am truly a major sucker for romance.
- The delivery guy is sooooo Smith from 'Sex and the City'. Not really but he has a Smith aura about him. And I didn't even recognise beautician Paulette as Jill Halfpenny a.k.a. Phil from 'Eastenders' onscreen police chick ex-wife. Remember her? Vaguely eh?
Chavtastic Janet
Sorority girl Elle