peaches geldof, some whore from london, had alot of audacity when she
published a column for NYLON magazine. recently, she moved to NYC- Williamsburg, Brooklyn to be exact.
now, im nothing but jersey trash, BUT even i was insulted by what this girl wrote. im going to save you some of the aggravation by only posting a small excerpt.
It’s a city where there is always something exciting to do. Girls here look like they just stepped off the catwalk: the Upper East Side society queens are dressed to the nines in McQueen and Prada, and the East Village hipsters look like extras from The Virgin Suicides or Desperately Seeking Susan.
My best friend here is a boy named Bunny. We spend our days traipsing around Manhattan—him in skin-tight plaid trousers, huge geek glasses, and a mass of red hair sticking out haphazardly from beneath an Amish-style hat. We buy pizza from street vendors, run through Times Square marvelling at its energy, and source new vintage boutiques. Nights involve dancing at Beatrice Inn or Lit, watching the Misshapes spin some tunes, or catching one of the amazing bands Brooklyn has to offer.
New York is a place where I finally feel at home. Driving over the Brooklyn Bridge at night in a yellow cab (the novelty still hasn’t worn off!) and gazing out over the tops of the skyscrapers-their peaks reaching ever upward, lights twinkling out of the endless windows like fireflies, their glow reflected in the water of the Hudson River—there’s no place I’d rather be.
--PEACHES GELDOF
-first of all, your friend bunny is an idiot. hes obviously not a native new yorker, because NO ONE would put up with this cliche poser crap.
-everyone knows to steer clear of times square. its filled with idiots, tourists, and aggravated people who work there and are forced to be there.
- you might feel at home in nyc, but no one wants you there. jersey either.
- i wont even address your need to condescend far enough that ur taking a cab. no ones fucking impressed. get on a fucking nyc bus- that novelty wears off REAL quick.
-the brooklyn bridge connects brooklyn with manhattan. VIA THE EAST FUCKING RIVER. the hudson river is on the opposite side of the damn island. seriously. i live in new jersey. and i know this.
with such blatant disregard to the simple facts, how is it that this girl has not been mugged? please! i volunteer! if i see this bitch when i go see the duke spirit in november im going to give her a nice NJ welcome. THE MIDDLE FINGER.
ps. this is for all my friends in ny.
pps. oh and u spelled pittsburgh wrong. and its offending. i have family there. no one spells LONDON wrong now do they???
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^here anna played a stripper who motivated the club owner to stay open even though no one has money to pay for them (being the strippers). in the end they all agreed to work for .30 on the dollar.
here she played some kind of russian pop singer. i really wish they had a video of this one. 
here in the last skit of the night, she wouldnt shut up about her ex boyfriend, driving her new one away. the final straw was when she said the bratwurst on the table reminded her of him. 
one of duffy's photoshoot pictures. the only flattering one of her in my opinion. and its extremely airbrushed. 
here she is being really nervous singing. 
watch the awkwardness as it happens: (neither of these two know who the other is)
whatever, anna faris is the greatest person ever and duffy has the THIRD highest record sales for the year. 
