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I know. I know. I still have to write about the crazy 40 HOURS IN NYC I had this past weekend but I’ve been too busy RAGIN’ with my girl friends. We have separation anxiety. I still haven’t even unpacked yet! HOWEVA, I just wanted to lurk at this hot piece of manmeat with you.

My ladyboner doesn’t usually go full effect for Josh Hartnett but put a ‘lil Clark Kent spectacles on a man and I go GA-GA BANANA. I’d be prowlin’ in the back like those bitches too. Josh Hardonett. HELLO.

I figure with all this Secret Society of Lady Bloggers chitchat going on, I better let you know my mind-penetrating thoughts on the topic as well before we put it to rest.

First, a bit of my blogging history: I actually started agentlover.com in fall of 2006 when a friend suggested I get away from the restricted doldrums of Livejournal and exercise my lifelong love of writing through my own little domain. However after a while, I had realized I was not sticking to my initial goal of the website and decided to go on hiatus until I developed a real focus, which resulted in the relaunching of the site at the beginning of this year. I love fashion, film and photography, but I am not well-educated in every designer or director at all. Still, I love to chat about things that inspire me, as well as make me laugh. And I welcome any of those who want to make jokes about boners and gush over pink cocktail hats with me.

So, The Secret Society of Lady Bloggers…are we like Fight Club? Everyone’s doing it, but nobody is admitting that we are part of some underground movement? Obviously, as Nubby mentioned, female bloggers are not a new trend. And as far as any confusion and panty-twisting caused by the askmetafilter post, if we appeared to be some sort of “blogging clique” it is truly accidental. Like Nubby, Star and Gilda have all basically said, we are just a group of creative-minded women with six degrees of separation or less between us. We share some of the same aesthetic admirations and use the blogging platform to share our individual voices. Our knuckle-tattooed reveal as a secret society was tongue-in-cheek; a sassy little response that conveys another quality I share with Nubby, Star, Gala, and Gilda…we like having a damn good time! The women I surround myself with day to day are beautiful, independent, positive, rock and roll dreamers, so why shouldn’t my Google Reader be surrounded by the same kind of thing too?

Although I am a fierce supporter of women inspiring women and think it would be the most flattering thing ever if I might help at least one person out there in the world someday, I am so far from being a role model! If “The Lady Bloggers” were a high school clique, I’d be the one trying to get you to ditch third period, do a whip-it and drill a peephole in the boys’ locker room. That’s a lie. Well, not the last part…OH-KAY! Honestly, I’m still trying to figure out what the hell I’m meant to do in this crazy life. But there are a few things I love love love, and photography, writing and connecting with people are some of the things that warm my turtleheart. Blogging gives me an outlet for that. Thank gawd for it!

Now for those ladies who are interested in becoming bloggers as well, I think the most important thing you have to do is KEEP IT REAL PLAYAS! On the internet, as well as in your every day. You really have to just be yourself. It’s such a fucking kindergarten cliché but man, if you be frontin’, people will smell that shit a mile away.

The internet is making the world smaller and smaller each day…so surrounding yourself with good-hearted, inspiring and creative individuals online as well as off is one of the most important things you can do to keep your head and heart in the right place.

And anyway…like I always say, we’ve only got room for one asshole ‘round here. AND THAT ASSHOLE IS ME!

That ‘lil Valley Girl tune again for us to enjoy…

Bonnie Hayes – “Girls Like Me”

I was sick in bed this weekend so all I did was Netflix and screencap…and drink beer as if it were medicine. Another reason why I am not your role model.

Anyway, I have another post coming at chu later today, but I wanted to share my favorite scene from Return to Oz, one of my top ten films from childhood.

I loved Princess Mombi and her cabeza switcharoo. It was so fucking scary slash glamorous to baby Marie.

Donchu know I’ve been planning on doing a shoot to recreate this scene. LADIES, are you ready? Don’t worry, I will leave your pretty little heads attached.

Her pad was the shit, was it not? All that crystal…makes me want to grab a bat. I just decided to do a future post on my dream house with the appropriate screencap references sometime.

Look at that BED

Love that red key too!

Toodlez!

I purchased a pair of GIGANTIC cat-eye glasses from the party store a couple weeks ago because gigantic things are hilarious so when my bff came over today we had an impromptu photoshoot using one of the most embarrassing books in my collection [NOT Twilight].

In other news I am going to one of my favorite places in the world this weekend so expect tons of photos and maybe even some quality time when I return.

Smooches!

1. Lifetime – In high school I was really obsessed with Lifetime Original Movies. They are trashy romance novels come to life. I still have conversations with kindred spirits about “the one where Kellie Martin was all obsessed with Tori Spelling and started wearing her cheerleader jacket” and “the one where Fred Savage beat up Candace Cameron”. Unfortunately the obsession seems to have come back to me with a vengeance. I watched Alyssa Milano in Wisegal, which wasn’t too shameful because I can make the excuse it was mobster movie, well one with Samantha from Who’s the Boss, but still. Then I watched some movie called Abducted, only because there was a poor man’s Michael Vartan in it. What happened to Michael Vartan anyway?

2. Cheap Italian Champagne – I have become addicted to this eight-dollar bubbly called Ballatore Spumante. We are averaging two bottles a week lately. And there is no specific reason for this cork-popping indulgence! “Atonement made us depressed, let’s get some champagna!” “Penelope made us happy, let’s get some champagna!” “I cut my bangs, let’s get some champagna!” “It’s Daylight Savings Time, let’s get some freakin’ champagna!” Baby, we don’t need a reason to celebrate other than LIFE!

3. Period Films - Pride and Prejudice, The Other Boleyn Girl, Girl with the Pearl Earring, Elizabeth, The Duchess out later this year…period pieces turn up the horn with sexy British leads and satisfy my love for elaborate costume. Needless to say my Netflix queue has been burning up. Also: Collin Firth.

4. The 99 Cent Store – HA!!! What’s the Starbucks/99 Cent Store ratio in Southern California? ‘Cause both of them are everywhere, which makes it easy for me to get an iced coffee and a Venus Flytrap with just a drive down the street. Yes, I said a Venus Flytrap from the goddamn 99! And yes, my plant is still alive after a month. It is straight Little Shop of Horrors up in here. Anyway, where else can you get cute red and white baroque mini storage boxes, the perfect fake eyelashes, and fresh sunflowers?!? The heaven-sent 99, that’s where.

5. America’s Best Dance Crew – Okay, I will admit without shame that I go bananas for almost anything dance-related, but particularly hip-hop. Even though I have been through semi-gawth and hardcore raver phases throughout my life and listen to whiny indie pussy music, my heart always reverts to hip-hop. I used to dance back in the day, [Filipinos know how to fucking bust a move], and watching things like Step Up [BLOL] and America’s Best Dance Crew makes my guts sigh. I bet when I am an old grandmama I will be rocking in my chair with my granddaughter on my lap watching old Missy Elliott videos and saying “Your grams used to pop-n-lock, little girl!!!” Anyway, I LOVE this show. Thank you Randy Jackson for bringing me Fysh N’ Chips [Wah, eliminated] and those hot masked b-boys JabbaWockeez!

6. People Whose Faces Look Like Kraft American Cheese – Lastly, I’m just really into saying shit like “So and So’s face looks like a slice of American Cheese.” Did I get that somewhere or is that an original Marie-ism? I can’t tell. But as some of you know, I HATE American Cheese. VOM.

What stupid embarrassing obsessions are you into right now? And no, Lost does not count because Lost is a very classy obsession.