The Golightly Girls adore the W Hotel, and guess who is offering a Catwalk Package? 

That was a rhetorical question, which we're sure you answered correctly.  We know you're smart.

The W Hotel had a rhetorical of it's own, when it asked "Where will you be Fashion Week?" 

I'm sure they meant for us to shout, in unison "AT THE W IN NYC!", which would be fantastic...

Next year.  Next year. 

Now, if YOU are not up to your dangly earrings in work/family/handwashing delicates/other stuff, and are able to fly off on a whim (we LOVE whims!): 

"Please contact Maya Stanic at the W Hotels of New York, 1.212.726.9534, Monday through Friday, 9AM to 5PM Eastern Standard Time. If you call outside these hours, please leave a message and your telephone call will be promptly returned the next business day."

Aren't they sweet?

If you DO go, please report back!  And please also drool over the Carolina Herrera collection on our behalf. 

The Transportation Security Administration, and the airlines have managed to make travel completely fun-free, with the mile-long security lines, quart-sized bags, and the 3 oz. liquid item business. 

Conversely, a company called Airtoons is here, with their safety procedure t-shirts, to help you enjoy yourselves, even after your electronic devices have been turned off and put away.

In the event of a loss of cabin pressure, shirts like this will help you forget about impending doom.

And they have some advice as to what to do when your seatbelts are fastened low and about your waist,

Anything that helps us deal with turbulence, smelly seatmates,  or dismissive flight attendants is always welcome.  Just promise you won't wear them with Crocs.

On behalf of Holiday Golightly Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to see you on board again in the near future.

UGH January.  Winter blahs everywhere.  Who cares what my butt looks like right now?  No one can even see it underneath the layers of denim and long underwear.  Bring me a brownie, and make sure it is sitting in a nice pint of Ben & Jerry's.

In a nutshell, that is a little bit how I'm feeling right now.  The Biggest Loser is only on once a week, which is a decent motivator, but working out once a week - sweating and slogging miles on the treadmill, while sobbing over the beautiful sentiments of the triumphant human spirit - is not going to sustain my health.  I need a big fat shove.

Trista Rehn-now-Sutter, of The Bachelorette fame, has a noted partnership with US Weekly magazine, which is a fairly brilliant business move on her part.  US Weekly follows the milestones in the Rehn-Sutter relationship, which recently included the birth of a bouncing baby boy named Max. 

Trista set a weight-loss goal for the New Year.  And it looks like she may have achieved that goal.

Nevermind the fact that she is clearly breastfeeding.  Sister-friend had a baby five months ago.  Five months ago. FIVE.

I didn't even read the headlines on this cover.  I dropped it right into the shopping basket, next to the Rembrandt Whitening Strips.  This was a big fat shove.

I did not have a baby five months ago.  I did not have a baby any months ago.

Unfortunately, there is just no excuse, and I now consider myself shoved.  January-Schmanuary. 

And Ryan Seacrest was too sick to attend.  Sad!  Kind of.

I think the actors were almost more excited to play dress-up, than I was to see them play dress-up.  Nearly everyone knew "who they were wearing", save a very shy, humble, unpretentious Ellen Page, who did not know the designer of her shoes.  I was reaching toward the television, in order to help her take off one shoe, and look inside.  The name is always right there!

But apparently, for some of the attendees, the SAG awards are really about honoring acting.  Not shoes.  Pfft.  One day I will create my own awards show, and it will be dedicated to the gowns and shoes.

Until then...

Debra Messing & Christina Applegate wearing Oscar de la Renta, and Elie Saab respectively.  Both look fantastic, but I want that de la Renta for my dress-up chest.

 Eva Longoria showed up in Nanem Kahn, claiming she hadn't worked out in 3 months...

so I am going to take that as advice.  I am going to stop working out, and I expect to look exactly like this in 3 months.

Ellen Pompeo occasionally looks like she could use a sandwich or two, but I think the writer's strike is working in her favor.  She looks fantastic in Nina Ricci, and, for once, is not being upstaged by her collarbone.

I think my favorite thing was listening to Debbie Matenopoulos completely butcher celebrities' identities.  While interviewing Jenna Fischer, from "The Office", she said "Julie, tell me something...".  Jenna, Julie, potato, potahto.

And after chatting with a few of the stars of "Hairspray", she barked out "Oh, okay!  Brad and Angela just got here!"

Yeah.  I can see how you'd get that name wrong.  I mean, it's not like they are in the tabloids every week...and Debbie is the host of an entertainment show on E!   Oh well - I think Angela is definitely pregnant.

And whatever her name, she is definitely wearing Christian Louboutin platforms with her maternity gown. 

Daniel Craig is currently filming his second "Bond" movie.  If you still haven't seen "Casino Royale", run, don't walk to the video store.  Or add it to the #1 slot in your Netflix queue.  I am wary of gratuitous action films, but this one is fast-paced and exciting with a whole mess of plot twists and general intrigue.  We love intrigue.

 We also love gratuitous swimsuit scenes. 

HAPPY FRIDAY FROM THE GOLIGHTLY GIRLS! 

"Romancing the Stone" is one of my favorite movies.  Of All Time.  It is a movie that I own, and a movie that I can watch, at least once a week, until I'm dead.  The movie introduced me Cartagena, Columbia, mudslides, chained crocodiles and Danny de Vito driving a tiny car through tall fields of something, while smoking a cigar.

It also introduced me to Kathleen Turner, who I greatly admired for her ease with a machete, no-nonsense approach to treasure hunting, and ability to throw back some tequila.  I have seen most of her movies, favoring "The Man With Two Brains", and "Body Heat".

Kathleen has recently written, what sounds to be a fantastic "tell all" about her life, and doesn't hold back on the good stuff.

"Send Yourself Roses" dishes about Kathleen's "life, love and leading roles":

I love any book that has the potential to make a significant portion of Hollywood wince in anticipation.

William Hurt (co-star in Body Heat) -

"Working with Bill Hurt was - shall we say - enlightening. In those days, he was pretty wild. He drank a great deal and took a lot of recreational drugs - he loved those magic mushrooms. He loved women, too; I don't know how many he went through during filming."

Michael Douglas (Romancing the Stone, Jewel of the Nile, War of the Roses) -

"I hadn't known Michael (who was then estranged from his first wife, Diandra) before we started filming, but we bonded from the start and I soon found myself falling in love with him.

Being with him certainly helped me to portray my character's growing sexual awareness, though the romance ended when his wife decided she wanted him back."

Nicolas Cage (Peggy Sue Got Married)-

"...everything Francis (Ford Coppola) wanted him to do, he went against - to show that he wasn't under his uncle's wing. Which was ridiculous. Oh, that stupid voice of his and the fake teeth! Honestly, I cringe to think about it."

Burt Reynolds (Switching Channels)-

For whatever reason, the first thing Burt said to me was: 'I've never taken second billing to a woman.'"

Ugh.  Gross. 

Ms. Turner just tells it like it was, which takes...can I say "balls"?  Something she may have picked up from playing Chandler's drag-queen father on "Friends".

The book will be available on February 7.  Just in time for Valentine's Day!  Buy yourself "Send Yourself Roses".  Does that sound redundant? 

You've all probably heard by now, Heath Ledger died yesterday.  As Golightly Girls are abysmal with the whole wallowing in sadness thing, we will go the preferred route, and remember Heath's better times, via his body of work.

He was on a Johnny Depp-like trajectory, starting his career with boppy, froofy teen stuff, and ending with a role that required Kabuki makeup (Heath plays The Joker in the upcoming Batman installation; similar look to Depp in Edward Scissorhands).  Had he kept going, we may have had the good fortune to see him in exciting pirate regalia, or singing the lead in a dark musical.  But as the world turns, we can at least remember these Faces of Heath:   

1)  10 Things I Hate About You - All scruffy and teen-angsty, with the hot Australian accent in full bloom.  Julia Stiles was powerless to resist him.

2)  The Patriot - I have to be honest, I didn't see this.  The Mel Gibson Sweeping Epic Thing had played itself out with Braveheart.  But I saw some trailers for The Patriot, and Heath looked like he held his own with his fellow Australian.  And after the whole drunk-driving arrest, we chose to forget that Heath was ever associated with that disaster.

3)  A Knight's Tale - I only watched snippets of this.  I was too annoyed with the Queen's wacky hairstyle, cheesy dialogue, and distracting rock 'n roll soundtrack.  Not even Heath in chainmail could convince me to watch the entire thing, but he looked fantastic, and absolutely believable as a Knight.

4)  Monster's Ball - He gave a phenomenal performance as the emotionally and physically abused son of Billy Bob Thornton.  And that was some good acting, because frankly, I'm pretty sure I could kick Billy Bob's ass.

5)  Brokeback Mountain - This is one of my absolute favorite movies.  Heath was nominated for a Golden Globe and an Oscar, and a whole mess of other awards, for his performance as Ennis.   And my viewing of the masterpiece was only slightly soured when *someone's* boyfriend yelled out "Those aren't pillows!" in the middle of the love scene.

6)  Casanova - The script was not good.  Heath was.

 This quote made me laugh:

"I never studied acting in Australia. I never had an empty stage and black pajamas to run around and express myself."

Since black is the color of mourning, and I do enjoy a good pair of pajamas, I will wear black pajamas in Heath's honor.

The Girls Next Door is a First Rate Guilty Pleasure for me.  And should be for you, as well.  I mean, if you are watching it.  You can't file this under "thought-provoking", or "culturally enlightening", but it is loads of fun. 

Despite all the bleached-blonde hair, silicone, and ridiculous, incessant giggling, I find myself truly liking these Girls. 

Holly, Bridget and Kendra have given actual personalities to the Playboy stereotype, and really make you think twice about basing your opinions on people's exteriors.  Which I love to do, as it saves me the time of having to get to know someone, but that is, possibly, not the best way to do it.  Possibly.

Holly is the Type-A, determined, wife-minded one, who I think is actually the only real girlfriend out of the three.  Girlfriend, granddaughter.  Potato, potahto.

Bridget is the bubbly, giggly one, who happens to have her Master's degree in Psychology.  She is also the only one with real breasts, and is rumored to be married-but-separated from a previous boyfriend.  I can't decide which is more surprising.

Kendra is the youngest one, and reminds you of your annoying-yet-oddly-charming 14-yr old brother,

in a bombshell body.  When you watch her interview vignettes, you can't help laughing at/with her, and thinking she is a bit of a spaz.  And then you see her in photographs, and you can't believe how gorgeous she is.

You sort of wonder if Hugh Hefner hasn't created an extremely deluxe halfway house for wayward blondes.  Kendra has said, on one occasion, that he saved her life.  The interaction between the four of them is so much like a bizarre, blonde, Swedish-bikini-team family, and the girls obviously feel very safe and cared for at the mansion.  I wish someone would "care for" me by gifting me a brand new Porsche Carerra, like Bridget's.  Although, much like the mansion zoo animals, rumor has it the girls are kept on a fairly short leash.

There have been a few episodes, where the Girls were given a weekend pass to go to Las Vegas, or to their hometowns.  And in the most recent episode, the girls dragged Grandpa to Monte Carlo. 

FINALLY!  Sheesh.  All that money, and no traveling?  I was about to have one of my spells.

The Girls proceeded to leave the bunny stamp on the chic principality.  While Hef took frequent naps, and Metamucil, and gazed out the window of their suite, the girls did some parasailing.  Bridget and Kendra were briefly arrested, when trying to casually call on Prince Albert one evening, unannounced.  And there was plenty of flashing, courtesy, of course, of Kendra.

They did, eventually, have the chance to meet the Prince, during a celebrity event, and Kendra, never one to mince words, pointed out that her the best thing about meeting him was that he kept looking at her boobs.  And then she let out one of those barking/wheezing laughs, and said "We're going to Australia next!"

We're not here to judge, and every girl deserves to have a vacation she enjoys. 

These Girls totally get the Girlfriend Getaway idea.  But next time, we'd recommend leaving Hef at home.

Nevermind that it was a "What Not To Wear" marathon, on TLC this weekend.  That's neither here nor there. 

After watching over 6 hours of the show, I am pleased to report that Clinton and Stacy have really toned down the snark, and were more about the fashion-love for the participants. 

And some of the guests?  Not so easy to work with.

I found myself yelling at the television, when one humor-free waif kept harping on a non-existent "top-heavy" issue.  She must have weighed 85 pounds, so any amount of breastage would have seemed ungainly to her.

Clinton and Stacy are faced, not only with badly-dressed participants, but women with some fairly serious body issues.  That can't be easy.

I do go slightly bananas when hairstylist, Nick Arrojo, refuses to allow anyone to keep their hair-length below their collarbone.  I have suffered through shorter cuts, and know they are less-flattering on me, so I completely identified with the woman who argued with him, to the point where he was visibly annoyed, and agreed to keep the length. He did not give her the signature hug at the end of the cut.

With the makeover portions of these shows, I have flashbacks to episodes of "America's Next Top Model", where a number of the girls looked positively hideous after the makeover.  The "experts" don't always know best. 

Like when Tyra made Jade go blonde:

Natalie Portman can't be satisfied merely being a gorgeous, well-respected, fabulous actress with a Harvard education, and a penchant for thoughtful film roles.  No.  She has to go above and beyond, and prove herself one of those integrity-heavy people, who practice what they preach.  Harumph.

Ms. Portman is a known humanitarian/environmentalist/vegan, who has recently partnered with Te Casan to collaborate on vegan/animal-friendly footwear.

"Dazzling, playful, elegant and free of animal products, each shoe exudes the starlet’s own personal style. All of Portman’s proceeds will be donated to the Nature Conservancy, a non profit that works tirelessly to protect ecologically fragile lands and bodies of water."

As this endeavour involves shoes, and lovely, chic ones at that, I am fully supportive.  But please don't try to take my cheeseburger away.

I adore shoes, and if fashionable alternatives to leather and suede are made readily available, I will be the first in line to buy them.  My Stella McCartneys actually say "vegetarian shoe" on the sole, which is perplexing as I didn't think shoes ate anything at all.  But I digress.  Provide me with a viable alternative, and I'll take baby steps - in the fabulous shoes - toward being more of a conscious consumer.

I told you I've switched to using flourescent lightbulbs, right?