31 and still growing...

In her early 20s, Hajnal Ban was 154 centimetres tall, the same height as mini-mogul Ashley Olsen.

Now at age 31, the Queensland politician measures in at Scarlett Johansson's height: 162 centimetres.

How?

She went to Russia.

How?

Pay a Siberian surgeon $40,000 to break your leg in four places and then pad the gaps with metal rings.

Why?

"...because there is so much pressure, particularly on young girls, to be a certain way."

Ahhhh. No. Bad answer.

There is no pressure on young girls to have their legs broken by Russians, let alone anyone, whether they purport to be a surgeon or not!

When Hajnal put herself through this, she was the same age as I am now.

And seriously, I have plenty more things I'd prefer to spend $40,000.

Like maybe all these.

And totally pay off my HECS debt.

It's just bloody ridiculous.

Gagalicious?

Although bloggers have been criticising Gaga's boots, I think they're the least of her worries in this shemozzle of an outfit.

Does she just go out for dinner in this stuff? What on earth does she sleep in?

You might hate tall people sitting in front of you at the movies, but imagine if that hat was blocking your view of brawny Hugh's latest effort.

And yes, black lipstick is creeping into winter beauty, but this is giving it a terrible reputation.

Wouldn't it be nice to see her in some kind of normal stuff for a change? Just once?

Boo for Kruger, Eek for Bert!

The TV personalities of today just don't measure up to those of yester-year.

While watching How To Look Younger in Ten Days (HTLYITD) last night, I decided that although I've had absolutely nothing to do with Sonia Kruger in the past, I really don't like her. I hate TV hosts that try to force people into a particular state of emotion, and last night, she was all "But how does that make you feeeeeeeeeeeel?"

Then today to hear about Bert Newton's scare, it really bought it home to me that maybe the great unwashed actually do prefer reality programs hosted by talking mannequins.

Speaking of, have you voted for the SYTYCD finale yet? Go Amy, go!

Overheard in the Underwear Department:

Skanky 15-year-old to fellow skanky 15-year-old:

"Hey my mum has those undies! She's pretty kinky though."


In case the issues weren't clear for you on this one:

a) What the hell kind of kid is proud of her mum's "kinky-ness"??

b) What the hell kind of mum allows her kid to think she's kinky??

New Shoes :D

These are the cute additions to my shoe wardrobe.

Have wanted the little brown suede numbers for a while and when I went in today, they were marked down, Woohoo!

The grey boots are Corelli and are the comfiest things ever.

And aren't the patchwork ones the cutest ever? Love.

Yo K-Rudd!

Where's my coin?


Would love to spend it all here.

Or here.

And maybe a bit here too.

But unfortunately, it'll probably all go here.

Not gaga over GaGa

Sorry to kill the current mood of pop culture but...

I really don't like Lady GaGa.

Ever since she was allegedly lip-synching on Channel 7's Sunrise (I saw it live and thought she was...) I thought she was just a little bit too much.

And quite honestly, I think I prefer it when people wear pants in public. Regardless of your hotness factor, just wearing your undies to events is just not cricket.

And no, flesh-coloured stockings don't count.

Then she comes out with quotes like this:

“My grandmother is basically blind, but she can make out the lighter parts, like my skin and hair,” the “Just Dance” star says. “She says, ‘I can see you, because you have no pants on.’ So I’ll continue to wear no pants so that my grandma can see me.”

Now that makes me think she's a bloody idiot.

Sure, she may be creative with her video clips and with her upper body costume design but seriously girl, put some pants on and stop talkin' crap.

Canapes + Cocktails = Chivalrous Chic

To launch their new marketing campaign, global liquor giant Chivas Regal hosted a week of glamourous parties in Sydney's The Rocks.

The strictly non-transferable invite stated that the evening would hold "exuberant luxury, gastronomy, mixology and entertainment". It also stated that the dress code was cocktail.

I donned glamourpuss outfit with giant heels and chic beaded headband, only to be greeted by a fellow guest wearing:

• Black footless tights: Don't get me wrong, I own heaps of them but hey, so not cocktail!
• Jungle print oversized t-shirt: Um. No. Hell no.
• Black masseur sandals: Yes, suspiciously similar to these ones: "Hello! My name's Sven!"
• Black (fake) Chanel bag: Lady, we ain't falling for that when you're wearing that outfit.

The cocktails were incredible.

The canapes superb (especially when compared to the party pies and sausage rolls served up at another Sydney party last month).

Everyone else looked smokin' hot so why was this woman allowed in when she was clearly mocking the dress code?

Maybe the bouncers were feeling chivalrous.

Let Little Kids Play.

My first blog of the weekend was going to be about the super shindig I went to last night but, after checking the morning news, I was blown away by this:

"The committee drawing up the nation's first childcare curriculum has been told that toddlers in daycare should be given early career counselling. Kate Castine, who runs the Principals Australia career education project on behalf of the federal Department of Education, Employment and Workplace Relations, is calling for "career development concepts" to be included in the new curriculum to be introduced nationally by July 1. Her concern is that little children rarely think beyond what their parents and relatives do for a living."

I'm sorry, what was that? You think toddlers should be aware of their future career development? Should they be stressed about the current economic crisis as well?

What. The. Hell.

Having previously worked as a swimming teacher to toddlers, sure, they may form some ideas of what they want to be when they grow up but, if we were to support career development from that age, there'd be a hell of a lot more astronauts, tap-dancers and policemen in the world.

Fun dress-ups with pretend stethoscopes and lab coats is as far as kiddie career development should go.

K-Rudd's Cold Hard Cassssshhh

Now that the High Court have decided they're cool with it, the K-Rudd cash can begin to flow into shoe stores nationwide, stimulating the soles of many a lady (or man that may prefer to dress like a lady).

Of course the cash should go on the credit card bill but don't you think these precious Peeptoe gems would be super dandy with an all-black, winter knit-fest?

And if they make a mistake with your $900 cheque and plonk an extra digit on the end, it might be a good opportunity to track down these Givenchy stunners, perfect with a pair of harem pants I think.

Photo from JAK&JIL