I lugged the September issue of Vogue home yesterday from the mailbox, positively perplexed.

Look at Sienna Miller's hair.

Really?

Anna Wintour approved this?

Why make a perfectly beautiful girl look like this? Look at her hair? Was she late?

I was going to go on and on and then I immediately thought better of it and decided to let the masters over at Go Fug Yourself do what they do best.

So funny.

Oh, and for all who care, I am now watching The Hills much to my chagrin. I maintain it is for research purposes only and to continue my much respected position on "the panel." Although, I do have a little bit of a fear that someday soon there will be a loud knock at the door. I will answer and there will be standing an official looking guy in a uniform with a clipboard. He will say "Mrs. Provost?"

"Yes?" I will say, sort of hiding behind the door so he doesn't see my sweatpants, that I stole from my Dad in 1998 because they were so comfy and big.

"Um, I'm here to physically remove MTV from your channel line up because you're almost 35. It's time."