WTF-Is That You Pammy?

 Pam at Bravada Event Last Night

I came across these recent pics of Pam Anderson and I was absolutely scared, not for her but for myself.  Pam is only 42 but looks at least 20 years older.  20 years of hardcore partying and sun worship have absolutely taken their toll on her face, and now she looks more like Rachel Zoe than that former fresh faced beauty we know and love on Baywatch. Shame.

Pam  In Her Baywatch Years

I am officially going to slow down.  Pam has taught me a super valuable lesson without even uttering a word.

p.s. I see Pammy has adopted my cover your ugly mug with you hair look-smart move...

This Must Stop!

Alice Dellal

I try to cover my ugly much as possible, hence the reason why my bangs (fringe for my British readers) are nearly down to my chin. So I'm a bit baffled as to why so many women are shaving it all off.

Cassie

Before Alice Dellal, the half-shaven hairstyle was only associated with punks and goths but recently it's become very mainstream. The Z list celebrity crew have flocked to this look like flies to shit. Scary Spice, Toni Braxton, and Diddy's protege/undercover lover Cassise, have all taken the plunge. 

I honestly don't think this look is edgy or stylish and when I see geeky randoms on the street with half of their heads shaven  I automatically think that they've recently been released from the hospital after undergoing some sort of  "treatment".

                           Super Scary Spice

This look has absolutely been exhausted and this madness must stop!

*Peep Cassie's dirrrty version of  "Me and You. "

Yup, he's next...

This week news broke that Halle Berry and the hot piece pictured above are dunzo. And while breakups are never easy and we're all totally bummed that Halle's had ANOTHER failed relationship,we need to focus on the positives.

Gabriel Aubry is now single and so am I. He totally needs to holla.

Week In Review..

Because I know you've been dying for an update of my personal life...

• Cameraman and I officially became more than friends one night-but unfortunately performances did not live up to expectations - and our friendship may have been threatened - forever!
• I took another splash into California's waters despite the fact that he easily wins the award for douchebag of the century, and has a penis the size of a mini Cumberland sausage.
• I had a date with a Ginger Sasquatch who was loud, obnoxious and from Long Island.  He was also convinced that if we mated, our children would look like Sinbad.
• My diet officially worked - check out the lack of meat on those bones bitches!

*I've been listening to Incubus non-stop for the past week - yup I'm officially a weirdo emo chick. BTW that Brandon Boyd is a  hot piece and I would totally hit it over and over again-receding hairline and all...

Nadia's Hipster Dating Guide...

Image courtesy of http://captothehill.com/2008/05/06/hipster-links/

He's scruffy, slightly smelly, wears plaid shirts and would do absolutely anything for his art. Yup, you've found yourself a hipster.

These boys are usually blessed with the gift of the gab and can charm the pants off of any unsuspecting lady. Problem is, that they are almost always struggling artists and dating one could become expensive. Here are a few tips to protect your wallet and most importantly your heart.

1. Pre-booze. He surely will not be footing the bill for an entire night of drinks so make sure you pre-booze and get an adequate buzz before meeting up.

2. Get a bike. Hipster boys really dig chicks that ride bikes and certainly aren't shelling out any dinero for public transport.

3. Spliff rolling 101. Learn how to roll a spliff because he'll need lots of pot to get those creative juices flowing.

4. Have fun! There will never be a dull moment with these guys but if you're a non-hipster chick then longevity in this union is doubtful. You're guaranteed to get "smashed" on a regular basis and have lots of wild monkey sex so make the most of it for how ever long it lasts...

*Not much going on in the world of Nadia so I've decided to write about other "stuff."

I'm Bringing the Bobblehead Back!

Forever 21, Topshop, Jeffrey Campbell, Frye

As many of you already know, March is the month where I do all sorts of extreme shit in preparation for the summer months.

I've currently given up on on dinner, am jogging like a maniac, and am doing a record 100 sit ups a day.  If all goes well I will get my desired bobblehead look back in no time.

I know most black folks are into being "thick"- but my body's just not made like that.  I'm skinny, always have been and probably always will be. With that being said I'm secrectly quite envious of Nicki Minaj's lady lumps.

This summer I'm going to wear tons of inappropriately short and flirty dresses and obnoxious shoes, please see above.

*Those black Jeffrey shoes have been causing me much distress as I've been trying to purchase them for 3 MONTHS.  So if you know where I can get a pair NOW in a size 9 HOLLA!

Possible Crush?

Cameraman is my current London BFF. We met at a party 3 months ago and have been hitting the streets together ever since.

For the past two weeks we've ditched the nightlife and  have actually been getting to know one another.

Last week, he came over to my house to watch a film and we ended up TALKING throughout the entire movie. This week, I cooked dinner for him (something I almost never do for for anyone). After dinner we watched a film and and he spent the night at my house.  The next day we stayed in bed TALKING until 3:30pm.  When we finally rolled our asses out of bed, we grabbed a bite to eat and then headed to the movies. We saw "I Love You Phillips Morris" and cuddled and kissed throughout the entire film (barf).

Cameraman isn't obnoxious, texts me regularly and genuinely seems interested in my pursuits.  So that's right, he's totally not my type. He isn't super tall and lean, he doesn't have a particularly fashionable wardrobe or cool friends, and although he has an interesting job, it's not the kind that translates into exclusive parties, swanky bars, or fine dining-all things that I've become very accustomed to in my dating life.

In spite of all these "issues" I think I still might possibly have a crush on him.  But, could I really be satisfied spending time with with him at a local pub or over a meal at Nando's? Am I actually that open-minded?

Perhaps things will become a bit more clear once my booze and boys strike is officially over...

Detox

Yeah, you read that right, detox.

Last week I pissed off almost all the men in my London life. I'm "lippy" (a work used by California to describe my reckless verbal outbursts) by nature and after a few drinks my tongue becomes loose and I tend to offend folks.

So this week, I'm taking a break from booze and boys.

Yup, it will probably be the most boring week ever...

To Clog or Not to Clog?

opening ceremony, shopbop, piperlime no6store

It's finally March, the month where dreadful thoughts of freezing temperatures and snow are slowly replaced with pleasant thoughts of lilies, festivals and spring fashion!

One of the biggest trends this summer is the clog. I undoubtedly remember this shoe being the epitome of cool when I was a kid in the 90's but its sudden resurgence in popularity is admittedly a bit unsettling.

I find the style of this shoe generally unflattering, and in recent years, it has mostly been spotted on the older and extremely unfashionable crowd.

In recent months however, I've seen the über stylish Rachel Bilson and Alexa Chung proudly sporting this questionable trend, and Mary Kate - the "dirtier" Olsen has been rocking them for years.

I felt the same resistance to drop crotches and crop tops but eventually converted and became a lover of those rather unusual fashion choices.

I'm going to try and resist this trend for as long as I can because I'd like to think of myself as an innovator and not as a follower, but honestly I reckon it's just a matter of time...

Bad Girl

Tuesday's victim was unsuspecting, adorable, and only 22.

I'm certain that I had the best of intentions when I agreed to go out with him, but my behavior on our date was absolutely shameful.

I arrived over 2o minutes late and liquored up.

Genuinely disinterested, and disappointed because my glass wasn't being filled fast enough, I decided that the duration of our date (which I abruptly ended after and hour) would be best spent sending saucy messages to California and "The Cop."

Absolutely despicable, right? I wonder what nastiness karma is preparing for me right about now...

Lucky Number 21?

20. That's the number of men I've dated in the past year. Each suitor was tried, tested, and rendered unsuitable.

California, my latest conquest, showed so much promise. Handsome, charming, and ridiculously successful; I thought that I had finally found "the one."

We went out on 1 real date and hung out at a few parties together, and I quickly realized that he was a total player. I immediately became detached and did something that I've never done before. I charmed him, bedded him, and then left him.

All these unsucessful dating experiences have me thinking that maybe I'm the one whose fucked and not my dates. But, perhaps patience is truly a virtue and I might just get lucky with number 21.

P.S. I really love this fucking coat...

Snow and the Singleton

Today it snowed in London. When it snows here it is like a natural catastrophe. Most businesses close early and everyone looks forward to playing hookey. Couples can enjoy hours of cuddling on the sofa and really hot marathon sex, but where does that leave us singletons?

In other news, I am officially on a diet for the new year. I devoured absolutely everything in sight over the holidays and now my mid-section has swelled to Precious like proportions!

It's 2010, Bitches!

I absolutely love the holidays! I've been in New York visiting my family for the past week and I've done absolutely nothing outside of stuffing my face and boozing.

This weekend I met up with two of my favorite people here. The evening started out quite innocently, but after two drinks I was making out with a Navy man who I renamed "Salmon Shirt" and molesting AP's friend Snowflake. NYC is the bomb, really.

But as we all know, all good things must come to an end. My ass is headed back to London tomorrow to resume work at my rather unfulfilling 9 to 5. In spite of that, I still have a ridiculously positive outlook for 2010 and absolutely cannot wait to get things started!