The hot store for young Hollywood is this place called Kitson. They pretty
much invented the "Team Aniston" and "Team Jolie" T-shirts that were the
thing to wear last year.
June 6, 2006 (Press Release) --
The hot store for young Hollywood is this place called Kitson. They pretty
much invented the "Team Aniston" and "Team Jolie" T-shirts that were the
thing to wear last year. So I was in there last week being fashionable,
shopping for luxury items (the way I do all the time), and I could only
find "Team Jolie" shirts on the shelves.
Maybe I just wasn't looking hard enough. Maybe "Team Aniston" had been
disbanded. Or maybe "Team Aniston" had become so popular that Kitson was
temporarily out of stock. I never talk to the help, so I can only
speculate about these kinds of things and then spread possible untruths in
print. In any case, they didn't have my size in any T-shirt. Because I'm
fat.
I never watched Friends. I know, I might as well have lived on the moon. I
think I just got annoyed by the size of their fancy apartments. I had
friends who were making do with places congruent to the square footage of
a Cap'n Crunch box so I just thought, "Screw these white people" and never
looked back. I vowed to dislike them for no good reason (see more
apartment theories in my review for The Break-Up).
But now I dig Jennifer Aniston, and it's not just because of her pre-
Friends role in Leprechaun — an awesome movie. And it's not because of
her terrible romantic comedies, such as The Object of My Affection or
Picture Perfect or 'Til There Was You or Along Came Polly. Especially not
because of Rumor Has It, the barfiest film of 2005.
It's because I've discovered a very important thing about her career:
She's at her best when she's playing disgruntled.
The evidence: Office Space, where she was a grumpy chain-restaurant
waitress. The Good Girl, where she slumped across the screen as a
depressed check-out clerk. In the under-seen Friends With Money, she
played another depressed person, a stoner maid, to be exact, with rich
friends she sort of resents when she's not getting baked and using the sex
toys of her cleaning clients.
Add to this resume of low-rent surliness her recent interviews in various
magazines, in which she comes off like my favorite kind of sarcastic
person, ready to rumble with anyone who gets in her way. I'll take that
over US Weekly's ceaseless wringing of hands over Fragile Jen's State of
Mind any day. Even the title of this week's The Break-Up reads like a
middle finger aimed at the nonstop hysteria surrounding her divorce.
I like that. And hanging out with Vince Vaughn can't hurt either, because
he's always seemed kind of jerky himself. She's probably tough enough by
this point to deal with a guy like that and bring the resulting rough edge
to her film work.
So in honor of my newfound fandom, and as soon as Kitson gets hip to us
plus-sized customers (that's XXL, please), I'll be down for that shirt.
Source: http://www.yahoo.com
Posted by Dave White
much invented the "Team Aniston" and "Team Jolie" T-shirts that were the
thing to wear last year. So I was in there last week being fashionable,
shopping for luxury items (the way I do all the time), and I could only
find "Team Jolie" shirts on the shelves.
Maybe I just wasn't looking hard enough. Maybe "Team Aniston" had been
disbanded. Or maybe "Team Aniston" had become so popular that Kitson was
temporarily out of stock. I never talk to the help, so I can only
speculate about these kinds of things and then spread possible untruths in
print. In any case, they didn't have my size in any T-shirt. Because I'm
fat.
I never watched Friends. I know, I might as well have lived on the moon. I
think I just got annoyed by the size of their fancy apartments. I had
friends who were making do with places congruent to the square footage of
a Cap'n Crunch box so I just thought, "Screw these white people" and never
looked back. I vowed to dislike them for no good reason (see more
apartment theories in my review for The Break-Up).
But now I dig Jennifer Aniston, and it's not just because of her pre-
Friends role in Leprechaun — an awesome movie. And it's not because of
her terrible romantic comedies, such as The Object of My Affection or
Picture Perfect or 'Til There Was You or Along Came Polly. Especially not
because of Rumor Has It, the barfiest film of 2005.
It's because I've discovered a very important thing about her career:
She's at her best when she's playing disgruntled.
The evidence: Office Space, where she was a grumpy chain-restaurant
waitress. The Good Girl, where she slumped across the screen as a
depressed check-out clerk. In the under-seen Friends With Money, she
played another depressed person, a stoner maid, to be exact, with rich
friends she sort of resents when she's not getting baked and using the sex
toys of her cleaning clients.
Add to this resume of low-rent surliness her recent interviews in various
magazines, in which she comes off like my favorite kind of sarcastic
person, ready to rumble with anyone who gets in her way. I'll take that
over US Weekly's ceaseless wringing of hands over Fragile Jen's State of
Mind any day. Even the title of this week's The Break-Up reads like a
middle finger aimed at the nonstop hysteria surrounding her divorce.
I like that. And hanging out with Vince Vaughn can't hurt either, because
he's always seemed kind of jerky himself. She's probably tough enough by
this point to deal with a guy like that and bring the resulting rough edge
to her film work.
So in honor of my newfound fandom, and as soon as Kitson gets hip to us
plus-sized customers (that's XXL, please), I'll be down for that shirt.
Source: http://www.yahoo.com
Posted by Dave White
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