So, when did Ali Lohan turn into Bette Davis circa 1962?

Easy on the face powder, Baby Jane.

I love Dita Von Teese, but I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that dressing your daughter in Dita Von Teese inspired dressware and taking her to the Dita: Striptease book signing to meet her “hero” probably isn’t the wisest parenting choice one could make.

I mean, unless you want your daughter to grow up to be a stripper turned fetish model turned porn star turned “burlesque artist” who marries creepy goth musicians that wear ass-less chaps.

Actually, that just may be a step up for someone who encourages their daughter to idolize a stripper. In which case, kudos to mom for helping her daughter realize her dreams!

I’m not exactly sure if Britney being spotted in glasses almost identical to mine validates my eye-wear choice or just proves that I have no taste.

Either way…Britney totally stole my look.

There was a Twitter faux pas yesterday when ABC News’ Terry Moran sent out a Tweet quoting President Obama before it had been edited and approved for publication.

What was the Tweet about? National Security? Healthcare? The state of the economy? Heck no. It was about Kanye West stealing the show from Taylor Swift at the VMAs.

Pres. Obama just called Kanye West a ‘jackass’ for his outburst at VMAs when Taylor Swift won. Now THAT’S presidential

EDIT: Now with audio of Obama calling Kanye a jackass!

First, I appreciate that pearl of wisdom from President Obama. Kanye is a douche and Katy Perry said it best…it’s like he stepped on a kitten. Pink wasn’t far off when she said she Twittered that Kanye is the biggest piece of shit on earth, either.

Second, that’s the kind of quotes that Twitter should be used for! Real, honest, off the cuff comments that represent what someone is really thinking and feeling. I know I’ve sent out my fair share of “inappropriate” comments which are actually insanely appropriate because they aren’t bull.

I think I just tooted my own horn. Toot toot.

Blogher was definitely a weekend to remember!

I arrived Friday night and my first impression was that it was crowded, claustrophobic, and chaotic, and I was disappointed that I couldn’t quite catch-up with anybody I had planned to meet – unless of course they were ignoring me in which case it’s totally their loss.

I went into Saturday with a bad attitude that just got worse when there were no swag bags available at check-in – which is absolutely ridiculous because there are a finite number of people that registered. And before I get accused of being a dirty swag hag, I didn’t even get an agenda so I wandered around like a hobo all day – so go play with your free Mister Potato Head and just shut your whore mouth.

I’m joking people – don’t get your free Hanes panties in a bunch.

But the day quickly redeemed itself with great speakers (well – in the one session that I actually attended and excluding the toe picker), a slight loss in inhibitions which lead to meeting some of my favorite bloggers (I don’t want to name drop but I hugged/shook hands with/cat called/stared at from afar  Miss Britt, Avitable, The Bloggess, and Redneck Mommy and Pioneer Woman in that order), being chauffeured around downtown Chicago in a brand new Camero and the Weinermobile, parties, and fried macaroni and cheese.

Seriously, is there anything better than fried macaroni and cheese? I think Paula Deen would agree that it would make the perfect last meal.

I also hung out with more than a handful of regional bloggers – holy shit who knew there was so much blogging talent in Northwest Indiana – who should start gearing up for #elsalto NOW and met my name twin!

For a split second (okay – 14 hours) I thought I’d wasted $200 registering for Blogher 2010, but now I’m counting down the days! See you bitches in NYC!