Philadelphia Magazine has this new blog called The Philly Post (or at least it's relatively new to me).
Basically, they want to help keep themselves afloat in the traditional media boat with add ons like this - which is cool except for a couple of things: (a) They call it the "Philly" Post. I am not a huge fan of shortening given names of places, it's Philadelphia; and (b) They have Larry Mendte writing for them (he even oozes sleaze factor in print) and then there is this new one, Kelly Rowell.
Kelly is supposed to be from the Main Line, and from there she opines. But who the hell has ever heard of her?
This woman thinks she's funny, I say she needs to get out on the blogs more.
She started with some pissy post about Main Line trash men, and then didn't seem to like that people took umbrage at the post, so she wrote a follow-up garbage post.
She moved from trashing the trash men to outing her mama in a post about being a pimp for her mom on online dating sites. She called herself a beard, but that is I think the wrong context - I say she was momma's pimp on this and I was momma I would be fairly irritated that my daughter spoke about my dating life. Mind you I think she was trying to be Lisa Scottoline, but alas and alak, there is no substitute.
And today, well today she seemed to be trying to channel her inner snarky, but alas and alak there is no substitute!
Here is an excerpt:
Greetings from Slob-ville
Or, as some people call it, modern-day Philadelphia
Posted on 3/31/2010 at 7:11AM
Cowboy boots, tight jeans, a plaid shirt hanging out. I am not describing the rodeo I attended. Regrettably, no. I went to brunch last Sunday at one of the nicest restaurants in the city, XIX at the Bellevue. This is an upscale affair, we’re talking about here. Gourmet Bloodies, a raw bar, the works in a glittering room. Which is why I was astonished to see what people consider proper brunch attire.
Certain dignified traditions have gone by the wayside in my lifetime.....Jacket-required restaurants are often filled with jacketless people, often in jeans. It just seems as though good taste and pride in one’s appearance is sadly (and ironically) out of style....I was sitting with a clear view of the raw buffet and couldn’t help but notice the parade of unfortunate and offensive fashion decisions parading under those dangling pearl light fixtures. Leggings with Ugg boots were a common choice. So were skinny jeans that were not on skinny people....There were others like me. A few men in jackets, women in dress pants or suits with scarves and jewelry. We were the relics. All of us were over 30. It seemed that he younger the person, the worse their clothing choice was. As someone who loves great designers, general good taste, and appropriate attire for all occasions, this experience made me want to go around handing out citations.
Kelly, while I can't disagree, a couple things come to mind: what were they thinking about when they saw you? Also, you aren't their mother and if they looked THAT bad, it only means you looked that much better. Also, have you been to New York, San Francisco, the Hamptons, etc? Not everyone dresses up all the time any longer. The one place where women always still do dress up would be Washington D.C. and places like Charleston, etc.
But what really bugs me the most is I wish this blogger would find her own blogger style. She's like a Blog Sybil with multiple personalities.
And P.S. I do not own a pair of UGGs. I think they make women look like they have Wolly Mammoth or Clydesdale legs.