WOW.
So I'm not providing breaking news when I blog that Brad and Angelina have moved into a new pad in New York.
For $100,000/month.
And they can't even wear what they want.
Uh...HUH?!?!
Honestly, I don't care where they live (I barely care about them at all), but I did find this New York Post reporting interesting:
The snooty Towers, which sits next to the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, has a "dress attire" that forbids guests to wear "T-shirts, tank tops, faded jeans, cut-offs and casual hats" in its main lobby, restaurants or other public areas.
WTF?!?
I'm sorry, but if I were someone like a Brad and Angelina paying $100K/month to live somewhere, I would wear whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
And that might just include pasties and hot pink latex panties while flitting about the lobby sing-songing, "LA LA LA LA...I'm Brad Pitt, what are you going to do?!?"
(You didn't think the *new and improved* Angelina would be caught dead in hot pink latex, did you?!?)
HM. Things are becoming increasingly clear why I'm not a celebrity.
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What? Is this like one of those ghetto things where if you're wearing the wrong colour or something you get knifed? So, if Brad & Ange show up in t-shirts a gang of dudes in tuxedos and gold lame are going to swarm them and kick them to death with their freshly buffed Jimmy Choos?
Came over to see your WW and ended up laughing my ass off at this post! O man the image!
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