"Miss Truvy, I promise that my personal tragedy will not interfere with my ability to do good hair."

Remember back in the '80s when Daryl Hannah was the hottest thing around, starring in hit movies like Splash, Roxanne, Blade Runner and every queen's favorite, Steel Magnolias while dating John F. Kennedy Jr. until Jackie told John-John that she wasn't marriage material and he broke it off and then ended up at the bottom of the ocean with Carolyn Bessette?  Remember when she kicked Uma Thurman's ass in Kill Bill, then went all spacey hippie bohemian, living in a solar powered teepee built with green materials, chaining herself to a walnut tree and getting arrested multiple times protesting in support of environmental causes?


I sure do!


She may be bat shit crazy right now, but you guys!!! She fucked John-John and worked in Truvy's beauty salon!!!

A Good Friday to You Too

If you're super religious like I am you probably spent your Good Friday in church, commemorating the crucifixion of Jesus Christ and his death at Calvary, before his resurrection on the third day provided the way to heaven for all us sinners who could never get there on our own.


Because I'm a little fucked up ("a little?" - you) my Good Friday deviated slightly, and involved meeting the Pope of Fashion, Andre Leon Talley as he rose from the chiffon trenches for his first Sirius XM radio show, where he touched me on the forehead and blessed me with his fabulousness.


Different strokes kids.

The Most Beautiful Girl in the World?

You might (but probably don't) remember Mayte Garcia as Prince's belly dancing femme fatale first wife and the inspiration for his single "The Most Beautiful Girl in the World" before they inevitably divorced and she jumped on Tommy Lee's monster cock (I own saw the sex tape - it's HUGE!), and now she's peddling a tell all book about her time with Jehovah's sexiest witness, coincidentally timed to the one year anniversary of his death.  Don't judge.  She probably didn't get more than a box of Graffiti Bridge VHS tapes and an ass-less yellow lace jumpsuit in the divorce settlement, and we've all got bills to pay.