Smart — and Shallow

Thursday: brown Louboutin slingbacks

The other day, as I sat at my computer at work writing about the waist size of Lindsay Lohan’s jeans, I pondered the value of a $120,000 college education. Was it truly my lot in life to chronicle the J.Lo style, to be the Boswell to Beyoncé’s booty? Did I endure four years of English lit, history, philosophy and the odd science class for this?

And then I got distracted by Katie Holmes’s shockingly inadequate use of foundation and concealer as she was delivered onto the Oprah stage like a lamb taken to slaughter. Note to self: Send that girl some FACE Stockholm Picture Perfect Foundation.

So I’ve read some Sartre in French and have been known to entitle an article about the new Nikes “A Great Leap Forward.” But did you see that Hermes bag Demi’s been strategically carrying to hide her bump? Gotta get me some of that. I confess I can’t even tell you how many pairs of shoes I have. But I could tell you that the cost of those $585 crocodile-trimmed straw Prada wedges I just bought, amortized over the course of the summer, isn’t really that unreasonable!

Call me smart — and shallow.

This, then, is a diary of a mad, clad-in-black woman — a fashion writer at a newsmagazine, a magna cum laude in Manolos. To misquote Descartes: I shop, therefore I am.

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