Why We Love Anna Wintour

Photo Credit:  Ed Kavishe of Fashion Wire Press
Photo Credit: Ed Kavishe of Fashion Wire Press

Ok we absolutely love Anna Wintour. That cute little bob, that icy glare, that ball busting vibe, what’s not to love. She’s our idol. But to be more specific here are 10 reasons we love the Grand Dame of Vogue, Anna Wintour.

1. She fights for causes. She has raised over $10 million for AIDS charities since 1990, by organizing various high profile benefits.

2. Her sense of humor. When PETA protested the Vogue Christmas party (PETA can be really over zealous) she sent the protesters a plate of rare roast beef. I guess that’s not a cause she likes.

3. She dated Bob Marley. Don’t believe us, google it.

4. She’s got power. We know she influences the entire global fashion industry, and in 2011, Forbes Magazines named her 69th on its list of the world’s hundred most powerful women.

5. The Devil Wears Prada. Fave movie!

6. Her political fundraisers are the hottest ticket in town. Her $30,000+ per person fundraisers for Obama at her home and one at Harvey Weinstein’s–were highly publicized and practically shut down all of downtown Manhattan last year. In addition to raising tons of money for the DNC, the events drew a star-studded crowd of celebrities and designers.

7. She supports the arts. She serves as a trustee of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, where she has organized benefits that have raised $50 million for the museum’s Costume Institute.

8. She helps put on the best party of the year: The Met’s Costume Institute Gala. Anna oversees the guest list and it is a who’s who of celebrities. A top corporate table can cost up to $250,000.

9.She is a savvy business woman. We all know the print magazine industry is hurting big time. Vogue is the only fashion, lifestyle, luxury or entertainment magazine in America that had an increase in sales this past year. We literally mean the only one. So basically she’s kicking ass.

10. She’s a Scorpio. Doesn’t that just explain everything.

Why We Love Anna Wintour


Miley’s Cyrcus and the Cute-to-Crazy Crossover


OK, Hollywood. I get it. Miley Cyrus is a mega-star; the current lead act in the 3-ring circus that has taken the place of what used to be innovative pop art, accomplished by real artists.

Miley Cyrus, the uber-talented teen idol turned trampy twerker, is just the latest example of the corporate world buying, manufacturing, and selling talent ingeniously designed for massive mainstream consumption.

It’s the same formula utilized for her male counterpart, Justin Bieber, as well as countless predecessors like Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and Lindsay Lohan.

Buy low, sell high, and keep developing young talent that can be safely contained within the protected ivory walls of big business. Then, indoctrinate a young fan base, sit back, and collect huge checks.

And so, because the money adds up, there is Miley Cyrus on my TV screen, singing Sinatra with Ryan Seacrest, while I ring in the New Year. I have no choice in the matter. But what many of those that are disconnected from this bizarre mainstream mega-culture often fail to comprehend is that this has always been the master plan.

There is no reason to ask, “what was she thinking?” because she’s never thinking.

She’s a young, naïve, procured artist with undeniable talent and now, thanks to Disney and a collection of nameless executives, she has entered Phase II of her journey through stardom; a complete redesign.

And it’s going fantastic.

Sex sells, and as soon as was constitutionally allowed, barely-legal Miley was transformed from an innocent girl to a premiere sexual-fantasy prospect. Parents were mortified, music purists were appalled, and Miley’s “We Can’t Stop” music video broke VEVO’s record for views in 24 hours (previously held by Justin Bieber).

Sure, it all seems frivolous, right up until you catch your 8-year old niece twerking the sofa; but shame on those outraged critics who expect a 21-year old, entitled, filthy rich, famous girl to have anything significant to say about, well, anything.

Poor Destiny Hope Cyrus (yes, she has a stripper name) is doing her gosh-darn best, and we should all just enjoy while she licks sledgehammers and humps dogs and dances embarrassingly bad at award shows.

Hell, it’s Showbiz!

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