There is a woman who lives in Malibu who is a Psychic to Stars, Two U.S. Presidents and Fortune 500 CEO's: I know because The Malibu Times told me so. She is included on a seemingly distinguished list of her devining colleagues -- I say "seemingly distinguished" because the web page background is airbrushed with purple unicorns. I guess purple unicorns mean these psychics know what they're talking about. Anyway, just so you know, there is a community of psychics including this Malibu woman who claim to have angels on their side, and I'm sure she's a lovely woman. Are there psychics with purple unicorns and angels on their side in Williamsburg? Just wondering. I'll bet there are. But if not, just a "head's up" as they say: neurotic New Yorkers, come to Malibu for sanity. And purple unicorns. Not to mention wool outerwear for the summer.
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To see women with baby carriages in Beverly Hills -- or Venice, for that matter* -- is just like looking at Vincent Gallo from afar. Both the mom/baby and Vincent G. are aware that you’re looking. The mom and Vincent G. both think you damn well should be looking, and both kindly look back at you to reaffirm just how smart your choice was to place your eyes on them (and their child) rather than the diners and drinkers and shoppers revolving around them (and their child). Incidentally and on an unrelated note, both mom/baby combos and Vincent G. seem to spend time in the same Los Angeles shops and restaurants, simplifying the objective of catching a mother and child in the same glance as Vincent G, which would be a doubly validating exercise for any voyeur wanting a pat on the head.
When it comes down to the definition of true beauty, though, moms are more visually compelling in New York than LA. This assertion is true perhaps in that way that beautiful people unconscious of their aesthetic grace please the eye more than, say, Paris Hilton. There seem to be a growing number of moms in the east and west villages of Manhattan, as judging by the increasing proliferation of baby carriages; and they know how to receive glances. They don’t look back. IhateLA’s theory: New York MILFs have more going on in their heads to even realize that they’re being stared at. To look your observer in the eye takes distraction, desire for attention or perhaps just an empty head with nothing from which to be distracted; New York MILFs in Chelsea are mentally placing paintings in galleries on their loft walls at home, perhaps. New York MILFs in the East Village are overwhelmed that this is actually their baby, I’d say. New York MILFs in the West Village and Tribeca are thinking about, what, hard versus soft cheeses? As for uptown, IhateLA isn’t uptown all that much, beyond Union Square (where IhateLA catches the L Train to Bedford in Williamsburg).
It’s good to see babies in the New York. It’s good to see babies in Los Angeles when said baby isn’t tantamount to a pair of Chanel sunglasses, Better to see: IhateLA would enjoy the sight of a baby next to Vincent G. coughing up on his distressed designer denim.
*Fair comparison. Both are home base for Ugg boots and stiletto flip-flops.
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