Oh, Internet. I am a disappointed woman. My husband gave me two gifts for our wedding anniversary, and one was a copy of Kimora Lee Simmon's Fabulosity.
My husband had never heard of her because I am his guide to mass culture, and I had never bothered to mention her to him. Because she is mostly beneath my notice. Amazingly enough, however, a couple of days ago I was emailing a couple of my friends about how incredibly vulgar she is. I've also made fun of her on Mamarazzi.
For me, she has no real importance, except as a punchline. Yet now, I own her book.
Internet, this bothers me. I feel very strongly that my husband's money should not be spent on Kimora Lee Simmons in any way whatsoever. No Baby Phat jeans, no Baby Phat perfumes, no Hello Kitty diamond jewelry. Instead, his money should be spent on something else. Like expensive bathtubs. Like the one in the window at Waterworks.
It hurts me to think that he could have been saving up for an amazing Waterworks bathtub, and spent the last $15 he needed on that book.
Also, Kimora Lee Simmons has leopard print carpeting in her closet. And so do I. Should I kill myself?