Mentions of politicians’ clothes are often irrelevant. I’m fed up of Michelle Obama’s dresses being discussed more feverishly than her husband’s speeches, and there’s no place for plunging necklines in an article about Angela Merkel, unless she wanted to legislate them. Luckily, she doesn’t.
I have a phone that doesn’t connect with WiFi, stream HD TV, print guns in 3D, shoot lasers or allow me to time travel. However, it does something better: it works.
Pink (the colour) is a lot like Justin Bieber (the, ekhem, singer.)
Little girls love it. Slightly bigger girls hate it with a passion. Even bigger girls sometimes come back to “loving” it ironically. Boys of all ages avoid it like the plague. For inexplicable reasons, it is linked with homosexuality. Not in a good way, though. That’s for rainbow and Lady Gaga.
I remember vividly my first ever perfume (excluding, of course, the adult-repelling Barbie crap I would spray myself with for a brief period in second grade.) It was Escada Pacific Paradise – a super sweet, breezy scent enclosed in a cute little pink and blue bottle, all perfectly suitable for an 11-year old. And oh how I loved it. Since then, I’ve been checking out every new Escada fragrance, mainly out of sentiment, because I’ve long learned they all smell the same.