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Wade Robson comes out… Michael Jackson was a pedophile.

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After Robson went on the defense claiming that Michael Jackson did not molest him, and was the start witness during the molestation charges, he’s now saying his “truth.”  According to Robson, for 7 years, Michael Jackson did inappropriately touch him from ages 7-14. Jackson performed ‘acts’ on Robson and made Robson perform ‘acts’ on him; they shared a bed together; Jackson told him that “they loved each other” so Robson couldn’t tell people about what they were doing. Jackson also told Robson that both their careers would be ruined if anyone found out.  Robson kept his mouth shut…until last year. 

He underwent two major breakdowns, after the birth of his son, when he realized the severity of what had happened to him.  He’s still processing what happened to him and he’s now suing the Jackson estate for a lot of money. 

Obviously, critics are going to say that Robson just wants money. Perhaps.  I doubt it.  Wade Robson is a well-respected and acclaimed choreographer who has worked with Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake, etc.  Granted, Michael Jackson is deceased so he can’t fend for himself.  And I’m a fan of Michael (the singer, the talent), his music will forever live on, but let’s keep it real, that guy was straight up looney-bins.  He slept with young boys in his Neverland ranch.  He played with monkeys.  All his best-friends were like 6 years old.  His face?  What face?  He had so much plastic surgery done that his nose was about to fall off.  Clearly, the signs of a very troubled man.  He was drugged up for about 10 years before he passed away.  I’m not surprised more kids (now adults) haven’t come forward and “told the truth.”  They’re probably scared, I understand, but speaking your truth only sets you free.  

I’m proud of Wade for coming forward and speaking his truth.  It’s very courageous of him to do, and despite what others think, I don’t think he would jeopardize his reputation, his family, all that he’s worked for, for some cash.  

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As for you, MJ.  Rest in peace.  

Not a girl, not yet a woman (yet)…

imageIn your twenties, you will feel like Britney Spears did.  ”Not a girl, not yet a woman.”  And you will do everything in your power to figure yourself out. You’ll change your looks, you’ll change your career, you’ll do a bunch of things on your “to-do” list, because you so desperately want to become THAT woman.  

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In your thirties, it’s less about “figuring yourself out”  and focused more on embracing your womanhood and giving back.  Teaching others, sharing your life… you’ve been there, done that.  You already know who you are.  You embrace your imperfections, you know where your strengths and weaknesses lie, you’re not trying to become someone other than your own fabulous self. You feel really sexy and comfortable in your shoes.  

어제처럼

내게 이런 말하기가
쉽진 않았을꺼야
생각해봤어 얼마나 어려웠을지
다만 슬픈 내눈물에
돌아설 수 없어
멈춘 사랑으로 안 올까봐
난 너무나 두려울뿐이죠

What therapy REALLY looks like…

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I highly recommend that ALL people should get some form of therapy. Even therapists have therapists.  Being mentally sound is so important to your overall health.  

In my everyday life, I listen to all kinds of problems.  I’ve heard it all.  And I deal with everyone else’s problems on a consistent basis.  I offer guidance and advice, I offer solutions to problems, but what people need most:  someone who just listens.  People say I would make a really good therapist, but, I don’t know if that’s all I want to do with my life.  It’s pretty depressing to always have to listen to others’ neurosis.  

That’s why having a therapist is so important.  If it didn’t cost a fortune, I would be in therapy at least once a week.  Someone I can talk to about what’s going on in my life, without judgment, or a biased “let me tell you from my perspective.”  

Unlike how it’s presented in the media, therapy doesn’t look like the above cartoon.  In fact, it’s a lot more engaging.  Yes, the therapist sits across from you.  You sit on a couch and basically pour out your feelings/thoughts to some random person, who then, asks clarifying questions.  If the therapist is good, she will work with you toward linking certain behaviors and thoughts, to help you see your own pattern. 

She will be able to tap into what’s called:  child needs v. adult needs. 

The concept is simple:  all humans have differing needs.  What we want as an adult does not automatically align with what we need internally. Child needs: love, nurturing, support, care-taking, adoration, playfulness.  Adult needs:  money, career, respect, goals, sense of self. 

So, usually, when someone is in therapy, their child needs have been tampered with.  Or impacted immensely.  And the adult in them, can’t seem to find a way out.  The adult knows differently, but doesn’t feel, differently.  Get it? 

That’s why a lot of children who are abused are immediately directed to get therapy.  Why?  So that they can work through their issues of self, before turning into an adult.  Abused children have the toughest time dealing with “adult matters,” because they don’t have the coping skills.  And for some, they will hit a point of “no return,” before a lightbulb goes off… before they say, “okay, I have to change.”  Why?  Because the people they trusted most in their lives, abused them, what’s why.  That can really mess with anyone’s psyche, no matter how vigilant you are.  

This also lends into why some women and men stay in abusive relationships, whether it’s emotional or physical.  It’s not because they’re weak or stupid, it’s because that’s all they know.  After a man hits her, he says, “he’s sorry.”  Or after a man cheats on her, “he’s sorry.”  He didn’t mean it.  She makes up excuses for him, because she equates love with abuse.  Because the very people who were supposed to provide for her (as a child) neglected her.  Her caretakers didn’t provide the emotional nurturing and support she needed as a child growing up.  She wasn’t taught nor was provided the modeling for what appropriate and inappropriate displays of affection are.  Furthermore, she didn’t have someone who spent time reflecting with her about how certain actions made her feel.  

As an adult, she finds abusive men attractive — because it aligns with her own false perceptions of self.  Of course, she deserved this… of course he would do that… it’s a self-fulling destructive prophecy.  And until, you’re able to link your own past with your current sense of self, most people will continue down a very unhealthy road. 

Therapy always provides people an outlet.  Instead of using other mediums, therapy is about you.  Working through your issues and insecurities, and everything else that keeps you up at night.  Therapy makes you feel better afterward because you’re releasing whatever stored up negative energy is residing within you.  Yes, during your therapy session you will boo-hoo your eyes out.  That’s okay.  Crying is so healthy, it’s your body’s way of releasing tension.  You don’t have to hold back, you can be as honest as you want to be.  Don’t worry about what the therapist will think of you.  It’s their job to listen to your crazy crap.  Plus, your session runs about an hour, so the sooner you’re able to “go there,” the better use of your time and money.

I can’t stress this enough…mental health, in my opinion, way more important than physical health.  Because if you’re operating from a healthy mental space — seriously, you can do anything you want!  The sky is the limit.  When people say, “yeah, I put my mind to it and I was able to accomplish this, that and the other.”  Facts.  

Michael Jackson sang it best, “you are not alone,” — it’s true.  

Schedule an appointment and you’ll thank me later.  :) 

The story of Helen and Joe Kim. Here goes…

I always wanted to write a story about my parents.  

My mom met my dad, not sure where or how, but they did.  He was immediately taken with her.  My dad was a “player” — I know, gross, but I’ve seen pictures and he was quite the ladies man and really good looking.  My mom, was working as a teacher, and she had previously been in a relationship with another man.  Her first love.  This guy did a number on my mom.  Basically, they were supposed to get married, but when my mom met his sister, she was not impressed with my mom.  In fact, she said that my mom wasn’t pretty enough.  The guy my mom was dating told my mom not to listen to her, but because my mom loved this man so much, she went ahead and got her eyes done.  That double eyelid surgery, pretty much all Korean women get done (except me). For one, I refuse to get any work done on my face or any other part of my body (right now).  There’s no need. And two, I have double eyelids. I like my face, it works.  That’s not to say that I wouldn’t perhaps get a little botox done (later on), when I’m in my forties or fifties. Never say never. Or if my body completely changes, I suppose a boob lift or a tummy tuck (say post children and I can’t seem to lose the baby fat, which I doubt, happens) wouldn’t be completely out of the picture. I’m all about keeping it tight.  I digress…

My mom thought that if she got her eyes done, then, not only would his sister accept her, but that she would be “prettier” in the guy’s eyes.  Well, he hated the fact that she changed her looks.  To him, this was not the “strong-willed” woman he had fallen in love with.  Not sure what happened after that, but he basically broke up with my mom and left her broken-hearted.  

Some time obviously passed.  I suppose my mom healed from that, she doesn’t say much, I only heard the story from my cousin when I was in Korea visiting.  She and my mom are very close and I felt sort of left out that she didn’t share her story with me, personally.  I think it hurt my mom too much and she’s not the type of woman to talk about her feelings.   

Anyway, my parents went on three dates.  And by the third date, my dad asked my mom to marry him.  Apparently, he just knew.  My mom thought he was crazy and said, “no.”  But, my dad persisted.  They dated for about a year or so, before she agreed to marry him. 

She told me that the day of the wedding, she had a panic attack.  The guests were all there and she was sitting in her wedding dress, wanting to scream and run away.  She didn’t know if this, the wedding, my dad, all of it was what she truly wanted.  She didn’t want to go through with it. 

But, after a few moments to herself, she went ahead with it.  In front of her was this man who truly loved her and wanted to be with her.  So, she stuffed her anxiety aside, and she walked down the aisle.  Boom - my mom and dad got married.  Two years later, they had my brother, then two years after that, me. 

They’ve now been married for close to 40 years.  I’m not really sure how long.  Yet, still to this day, my dad is totally taken with her.  He just loves her. She’s crazy, he thinks its funny.  She’s blunt, he thinks its adorable.  He always says, “there’s just something about her” and chuckles.  

In response, my mom always says, “your father is a good, honest man, Soo.  He doesn’t cheat, he doesn’t lie, he’s good to me and his family.  He’s not going anywhere.  And you need to find someone who’ll treat you the same way.”  

Anyway, Helen and Joe, kudos to you two, for making it as long as you did.  Here’s to 40 more.  

First Position

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As a former dancer watching this documentary brought tears to my eyes.

My aunt (dad’s oldest sister) was a professional dancer and went off to the Philippines to be a professional ballet dancer when she was 18 years old, and my grandfather disapproved.  She ended up falling in love with a Filipino man (a big no-no at the time) and had my cousin (who’s like the most gorgeous halfie:  Korean and Filipino).  Either way, she lived out her dream, she danced, even at the expense of her parents’ disapproval.  My grandfather finally came around and accepted her choice.  My uncle passed away years ago, and my aunt and Lisette (my cousin) still live in the Philippines, today.  

Because of my aunt’s story, my dad hated the fact that I danced or did cheer.  While he embraced everything else about me and thought I was super talented, he didn’t want to me run off like his older sister did.  So, I didn’t get to follow my dreams.  I danced, I danced wherever I could, I choreographed, but never professionally, certainly not to move to New York City and try.  It was one of those “sliding doors” moments:  my senior year in high school.  I didn’t want to apply to college, I wanted to move to NYC and dance.  My parents made me apply:  I applied the night before UC apps were due.  While my friends went clubbing that night, I stayed over my bestie’s place in Berkeley and wrote some lame personal statement about personal achievement, filled out my app, and bam, a few month later, got into college.  I cried that night.   I stayed up writing my personal statement, knowing full well, that I couldn’t go after my dreams, what kind of personal statement was that?  I applied as undecided/undeclared and got in anyway.  I had 20.3 units going into college, because I started taking JC (junior college) classes starting in 8th grade.  College would always be there, but my shot at dance, gone if I didn’t pursue it.  

I attended UC Davis — why?  They offered the most financial aid, pretty much a full-ride.  I excelled at Davis, graduated in 3.5 years, stayed for another quarter to finish out my research project and to take a couple of fun acting classes.  I danced there, was a member of several dance troupes, I even choreographed, but my heart was always somewhere else.  My dream to dance professionally: gone as the years passed.  I used to watch other dancers and think, “I’m so much better than them.”  But, having a college degree, heck, an education was extremely important to my parents, and the Kim/Choi family.  My mom was a former teacher in Korea, so she was hardcore about my education.  I can’t tell you how much math she made me do. I hated math.  People think I’m good at math, you know why?  Because that lady made me practice, over and over, again.  I’m still traumatized by all the Kumon she made me do.  I was like the oldest kid doing Kumon.  I told her, “my teachers aren’t even teaching this stuff at school.”  She didn’t listen, I had to do math at least one hour every day. After piano practice.  When, all I wanted to do was dance, cheer and hang out with my friends.  

My dad also taught college classes in computer engineering and other courses in Korea, so there was no question that Soo Jin Kim was going to be educated, whether she liked it or not. Exclamation point. I grew up in a very academic family:  my mom’s side of the family, all doctors, lawyers, professors, Ivy League this, Ivy League that, etc.  My dad’s side of the family:  super artistic, dancers, singers, poets.  My other aunt taught at Harvard University in music education and and won this full-ride scholarship because her voice is amazing. Afterward, she became the Director of Music at Yonsei University in Korea, a prestigious university. My dad’s very talented too:  he plays guitar, he sings, he writes, that’s where I get my creative juices from.  Let’s not forget my cousins.  Can they be more over-achieving?  Growing up (I was the second youngest of all my cousins) and known as the cute and funny one.  I had the personality.  My grandmother (my mom’s mom) and my last living grandparent said that I was her favorite because I had the biggest heart.  She has alzheimer’s but she can still recall my voice. She remembers no one, but me.  How cool is that!  She’s nothing like my mom, she’s soft and sweet, and tender and very feminine.  My mom and I are nothing alike.  Except, I have her work ethic and intelligence. She drives me absolutely insane.  I love that woman to death, but she and I can only talk once a month, at most.  I literally hang up on her most of the time.  Then, she leaves me this, “I’m sorry, don’t be mad at me message.”  It takes me a couple of months to not be pissed off at her, then I call her back, to then hear the next offensive thing that comes out of her mouth directed toward me.  While, my dad is all joyful and happy to hear from me.  He tells me he misses me and loves me and that he’s so proud of me.  How he married that woman, beats me.  It’s torture, but it’s my life.  *sigh*

Long story short, I had big shoes to fill.  And my dance shoes were not going to cut it.  

Anyway, after you hit your twenties, and currently, your thirties, your body changes.  You’re not as flexible as you used to be, you can’t extend your legs as much, and while you still have rhythm and the technique is forever stored into your body, you just lose that momentum. You don’t have the endurance to dance for hours like you used to. Your feet hurt after hitting certain positions.  It’s impossible to become a professional, if you don’t do it when you turn 18.  Once the momentum is gone, kiss your dreams goodbye.  

Anyway, this film follows the lives of 5 dancers who all tried out for a shot at winning scholarships and a ticket into the most prestigious ballet schools around the country.  Of course, they all made it.  

History’s biggest losers (I mean, blunders). I live for conspiracy theory and I love reading about history because we can learn a lot from others’ triumphs and embattlements.
Biggest FAILS:
* Alexander the Great — pushed his army to the point of mutiny and thousands died on the way home. Because Alexander thought he was immortal. He committed suicide when he returned back to Rome.
* Persia invaded Greece — Darius I and son Xerxes invaded Greece, unfortunately Greece had one of the strongest cavalry. Oops.
* The Great Schism — the Catholic Church led with an autocratic leadership and made changes to its practices and doctrines, thus leading to a major split between Roman Catholicism and Orthodox Christianity. What would Jesus do? Exactly.
* The Ming dynasty — China is the only civilization that documented its entire history. They’re not just good at math, they’re good at writing things down. Well, unless you’re the Ming dynasty. They wanted to be self-sufficient and lost many of its culture and technology.
* Stalin’s first 5-year plan — he used a policy of collectivism to starve millions of Ukrainians to death. People need food to work, Josef.
* Clinton denying sexual allegations — dude, we all know you and Hillary aren’t exactly knocking the boots. Monica (poor thing), got caught up the excitement of bedding a president and forgot that her entire career and reputation would be tarnished. I mean, she even saved that blue dress w/ his specimens all over it. Weird and creepy, but whatever floats her boat. Either way, she either gives terrible head or you’re a bad shooter, Clinton. Ha. All joking aside, you got impeached because you lied under oath. We all know you’za hoe, Bill. It’s okay, work on your foundation.

History’s biggest losers (I mean, blunders). I live for conspiracy theory and I love reading about history because we can learn a lot from others’ triumphs and embattlements.

Biggest FAILS:

* Alexander the Great — pushed his army to the point of mutiny and thousands died on the way home. Because Alexander thought he was immortal. He committed suicide when he returned back to Rome.

* Persia invaded Greece — Darius I and son Xerxes invaded Greece, unfortunately Greece had one of the strongest cavalry. Oops.

* The Great Schism — the Catholic Church led with an autocratic leadership and made changes to its practices and doctrines, thus leading to a major split between Roman Catholicism and Orthodox Christianity. What would Jesus do? Exactly.

* The Ming dynasty — China is the only civilization that documented its entire history. They’re not just good at math, they’re good at writing things down. Well, unless you’re the Ming dynasty. They wanted to be self-sufficient and lost many of its culture and technology.

* Stalin’s first 5-year plan — he used a policy of collectivism to starve millions of Ukrainians to death. People need food to work, Josef.

* Clinton denying sexual allegations — dude, we all know you and Hillary aren’t exactly knocking the boots. Monica (poor thing), got caught up the excitement of bedding a president and forgot that her entire career and reputation would be tarnished. I mean, she even saved that blue dress w/ his specimens all over it. Weird and creepy, but whatever floats her boat. Either way, she either gives terrible head or you’re a bad shooter, Clinton. Ha. All joking aside, you got impeached because you lied under oath. We all know you’za hoe, Bill. It’s okay, work on your foundation.

Pink, not the color, the message.

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I saw Pink in San Francisco years ago in the Mission District when I was grubbing down on a burrito. She was with her man, Carey Hart, and she’s teeny-tiny.  She’s about half my size, I kid you not.  At about 5 ft. tall, she’s petite, but man, can she rock out. 

If Adele writes for the brokenhearted woman, Pink sings about the realities of that broken heart:  the rage, the angst, the anger, the confusion.  I dig it. 

One of my favorites, is called, “Just like a Pill.” 

I’m lyin’ here on the floor where you left me
I think I took too much
I’m crying here, what have you done?
I thought it would be fun

I can’t stay on your life support,
There’s a shortage in the switch,
I can’t stay on your morphine,
‘Cause it’s making me itch
I said I tried to call the nurse again
But she’s being a little bitch,
I think I’ll get outta here, where I can

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you’re just like a pill
Instead of makin’ me better,
You keep makin’ me ill
You keep makin’ me ill

It’s good, right?

Ladies, hear me out.  I’m going to give you my secrets to getting over a man/broken heart/unrequited love/and everything else in that box.  Answer:  you have to think like a man.  Yup.  Here’s why.

When women break up, what do we do?  We cry, we talk about the pain incessantly, we torment ourselves and those around us with our depression and sadness, we shut down, we eat Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream, we stop taking care of ourselves, we stop dating, life as we know it is over.  Ugh.  Meanwhile, the guy is out banging other chicks or jumping into the next rebound relationship before you even had time to process.  It’s true, I know, the truth hurts, but you gotta accept it.   (Use that pain for good - throw yourself into your career, your friendships, your family, everything.  The best writing happens when it’s tapped into a gut-wrenching emotive state.  It’s true, the best movies, written by heartbroken people.  The best songs, written by heartbroken people. The best poems, you got it, written by the heartbroken.  Embrace it, fully!)

So, while you’re boo-hooing your eyes out…

Enter “in your face” scene:  

He’s not at home writing you love poems, he’s out sticking his penis in god knows whose thighs, he ain’t thinking about you and the damage he caused.  Or what it took for you to build yourself back up (after yet another failed relationship) and “get over it.”  He doesn’t care.  And some men, do care, they will take the time to heal and process, and if they really loved you, will take equally as long to move on.  But, the majority of men, you’re a fool if you think he doesn’t have another situation already lined up before he aborted mission.

Sure, he might have regrets, we all do.  Maybe his new girl doesn’t do what you do, or maybe he was happier with you, or whatever perceptions and falsities help you get through the day.  And yeah, he might still love you, but that doesn’t change reality. 

Remember, regretting and actually proving his love, are two very different things.  The bottom line:  he walked away from you.  Whatever his reasons and justifications were, can’t deny the facts.  In his mind, despite how wonderful you are, he thought he could do better than you.  That’s why people break up, or leave someone, because they think there’s someone out there who is a better fit.  Accept it.  Do whatever it takes:  lean on friends, go see a therapist, work out, flirt with men, date if you’re emotionally ready, but don’t prolong the pain.  Holding on to a broken relationship is like taking a pill… instead of making you feel better, you’re making yourself feel ill.  

Back to you…

Similarly, you’ve also been the heart-breaker.  You know what it feels like to “not be into a guy,” or feel like, “you’re just not feeling it,” or “don’t see a future,” or whatever.  I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of stalkers and then some, guys who won’t take “no” for an answer.   I know I’ve had a couple of those.  It’s scary.  Where they constantly contact you, hoping that the first “no” really meant, “yes.”  And that you ignoring them and straight up saying to them, “don’t ever contact me or else I’ll call the cops,” is a ploy for further interaction.  Even still, years ex-post facto, I’ll randomly get a text from one of those guys.  It’s mind-boggling.  And usually, it’s someone I didn’t even date.  Someone who felt like I was “the one” — even without knowing me.  

In other words, you’ve walked away and ended situations, too.  You might think the person (who you were with) was great and would make a wonderful boyfriend or husband but for someone else, not for you. You don’t sit around thinking about him.  You wish him well, you want him to be happy.  Employ the same mindset and strategy.  

I get it, some breakups take longer to heal from.  Especially those earth-shattering ones.  Others, takes an afternoon.  Why?  Because, you know the steps that follow afterward.  It’s not this new territory that you’re figuring out.  You know what your weekends will look like, you know you won’t have someone to talk to or cuddle with or whatever, so be proactive and keep yourself busy (during those idle times).  That’s when you focus your energies on YOU.  Your interests, your hopes, your dreams, YOU.  Do the stuff that makes you happy.  You’ll become even more dynamic, more interesting, more loveable, more passionate, more awesome.  Because you’re doing YOU.  You’ll be a guy magnet!  If you were amazing before, imagine the caliber of men you’re attracting now.  Similar energy attracts each other.  So depressed people will tend to date/attract other depressed people.  But, happy, “I’ve got a bunch of stuff going on in my life and I want to share it with you” people will attract equally “Me too, I’m in a great place in my life,” people. 

The moral of the story:  

Don’t waste the pretty!  If someone was “all about you” before, there will be someone else who will think you’re the best thing since sliced bread.  Trust me, a slew of men will be lining up for you, waiting for the day, you’re finally single.  Yeah, it’ll be different.  That’s okay.  You can’t expect to have the same kinds of relationship with everyone you meet.  Go out there, have fun.  Stop living in the past.  You’ll look back at your life and regret spending all that time being miserable.  For what?  A guy?  A guy you’re not even with?  Makes no sense to me.  *drops mic*

Jessie J "Nobodys Perfect" Acoustic (Amazing version!)

Anna Wintour. Ice queen? Or possibly the most savviest fashion revolutionary out there!

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Who doesn’t know this face.  Anna Wintour is fashion; fashion is Anna Wintour.  

I’ve followed the career of Anna not only because she’s a game changer, but because her point of view, her impeccable eye for cultivating new and existing talent is remarkable.  

What she has to say, what’s fashionable, what’s trending, is heard globally.  She turned Vogue into one of the biggest advertising money-machines during its September issue years ago, when an unprecedented 800 pages were advertised.  

Under her guidance, Alexander Wang was born.  She handpicked who the VP of Design for Gap was going to be, to help turn around a failing business, with the catchy concept, “Back to Basics.”  During the financial crisis in 2008, she started “Fashion’s Night Out,” — a night dedicated to shopping, where millions of people came out to support the cause.  She chaired the Met’s Costume Gala and raised over $9 million dollars during a recession. A movie was even made in her honor.  

Here’s what I don’t understand.  People call her cold, that she’s cutthroat, ruthless, and standoffish.  Who cares?  If she was a guy, no one would blink twice.  I heard Steve Jobs was the biggest asshole, but you kinda have to be when you’re the CEO of a major corporation and millions of jobs rest upon your executive decision.  

Anna is smart, she knows what sells, she understands what women want and creates a high need and demand for it.  She chooses the best photographers, the best models, the best actors/actresses to sell the magazine.  She was the first person to use celebrities on the cover of magazines because she knew that an issue with Halle Berry would sell more than some rando woman. 

However, with new media and fashion bloggers taking over the fashion space, she’s going to have to get creative in keeping her reign as the “queen of fashion.”  

No one messes with Anna Wintour and if she attends a fashion show, you’ve basically hit the jackpot.  But, sitting next to Anna, are ALL the major fashion bloggers.  Trust me, I’ve seen them in action.  Fashion bloggers have taken over the industry.  I overheard a lot of media folks/photographers at shows say, “who are these people?”  Answer:  bloggers.  (Wow, have times changed.)  I mean, the fact that I get to sit front row at shows (and I don’t work in the industry) says a lot, no?  

While bloggers will focus on what’s hip and in style, Anna is about creating and making careers…there’s a HUGE difference, and I have the utmost respect for that woman.  

Be a bitch, Anna.  Tell people to sod off.  Wear your signature black glasses and not smile.  If you need someone to cover Paris Fashion Week, I’m your gal.  :D