I need to stay off people.com
Because celebrities are much too much fodder for irritation. Case in point:

I get it that women can’t seem to put away the Uggs. I thought these gems were Uggs at first but on second viewing, I see they are mere boots. No matter, because plenty of people still wear both. In summer.
So, Uggs… I thought at some point they’d fly up to the Out section of Style Heaven in the sky - to be welcomed by the outstretched elastic legs of stirrup pants… but, no. The Uggs are still here.
I don’t hate them, exactly, but they’re not my choice in footwear. I’m sure they’re comfy, like a warm fleece blankie. But I live in Arizona and there’s really no time that the temperature is cold enough to wear them. NO THERE IS NOT STOP LYING RIGHT NOW.
Regular boots, yes, for about a month and a half. They have a time and a place, summer not being it. That said, I beseech the women in Phoenix to put the boots up, bitch! Put ‘em away! It’s 115 degrees outside! Buy some freaking flip flops! You’re making me hot just looking at your unseasonably dumb ass!
Back to Hillary. Her ass is in California and while I know y’alls temps dropped after your (4 day long - I’m bitter) heat wave, they can’t have dropped THAT much. It’s still summer, and it’s still California. It never rains in Southern California and all that.
With that in mind I screech: BOOTS AND A SCARF? With shorts? Really, Hillary, REALLY?
That Vanessa Hussy-gens article yesterday and this today I have to say that sometimes, I truly feel celebrities just like to fuck with us. They’re laughing at as, they have to be. They want to see if we follow their lead and when we do, they then can laugh and giggle in their retribution for us reading (and believing) those assholes at TMZ and that crap ass US magazine.
Unless. Hillary has a scarf covering a newly received hickey. Well! That changes the story altogether. I applaud her ingenious!
Why, when I was 17 and after I received my first (yes, my first at 17 and not a year sooner) hickey - I told my mom I burnt myself with the curling iron! The next time it happened (shut it), I told her I was allergic to my perfume!
So a scarf, huh? Yeah, okay, that explains that… but, what the hell’s up with the boots?
P.S. Her man looks like Tom Brady so I hate him on sight. The End.