Last night I watched my first full episode of The Rachel Zoe Project. And, like her, I LITERALLY DIE.
She and her husband and her entourage are the post ridiculously over the top, dramatic, divas I’ve ever seen on television. So over the top, in fact, that I actually respect it.
I love that A) She is so skinny that she “keeps forgetting I’m pregnant” and B) Her husband is not afraid to tell her that if her new clothing line fails she’s just going to be “in her 50s with a bunch of kids”. This is kind because she’s not even 40, and supportive because they are his kids too.
Everything she says is “Bananas”, “My life”, or “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.” I wish I could get away with being that dramatic on an everyday basis. But then again I don’t know anything about fashion, my husband doesn’t flat-iron his hair, and I probably eat Rachel’s body weight on any given day.
She and her husband and her entourage are the post ridiculously over the top, dramatic, divas I’ve ever seen on television. So over the top, in fact, that I actually respect it.
I love that A) She is so skinny that she “keeps forgetting I’m pregnant” and B) Her husband is not afraid to tell her that if her new clothing line fails she’s just going to be “in her 50s with a bunch of kids”. This is kind because she’s not even 40, and supportive because they are his kids too.
Everything she says is “Bananas”, “My life”, or “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.” I wish I could get away with being that dramatic on an everyday basis. But then again I don’t know anything about fashion, my husband doesn’t flat-iron his hair, and I probably eat Rachel’s body weight on any given day.
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