January 2011
7 posts
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On the song 'Single Ladies'
It’s oppressive.
Yes, I realize that it has been a few years since Beyonce cat suited out into the music charts with the catchy tune, but I have not had an outlet to vent about it until now.
I tend to avoid establishments where such music is heard, however there is one event where I have no choice but to hear the humiliating song: the wedding party.
Being the equivalent of our generation’s...
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On Fashion Week
It happens twice a year in every self-respecting city around the world.
It attracts the beautiful, the stylish and the rich, filling the city up with so much snootiness it blinds you from behind your giant sunglasses.
Fashion Week.
The Modern Hussy happens to (at the moment) live in a city where fashion week is a fun affair, with trade shows to see, fresh parties to attend, much people watching...
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To: 20 something year old girls (that won’t...
Resulting from a conversation I recently had with some friends, we agreed that there are things we did in our twenties that could have been improved. As thirty-something-year-old girls we are wiser and make much better fashion choices. Note that this has nothing to do with growing up and getting more mature. These are simply bits of information you should try and apply to your life to minimize the...
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On How Most Girls just Want to be Thrown Back...
Boys, I know that you have gotten scorned in the past. You tried to open a door for a girl, or offered to help a girl carry some packages, and perhaps got schooled about the women’s movement and all that bullshit… I get it. The 90s were tough, and seem to have produced a whole generation of men who cannot make a decision to save their life. I hear about it all the time, dudes who are pining away...
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Dinner party disaster / or how to lose a friend in...
Welcome to 2011, Dear Readers! The Hussy had a fabulous New Year’s Eve, complete with just the right amount of debauchery & a mild dose of homewrecking. This week’s post is a little bit different. It comes from a real actual reader. Not, like, a friend who I force to read this blog. This awesome reader has allowed me to share this dinner party disaster story with all of...
