Vapid Taken to a New Level? Greenwich Girl Does It

Yes.

It's called, Greenwich Girl.   It's a blog.  I came across it by accident, and when I say "accident," I mean it, in many ways.   Greenwich Girl must certainly qualify as an accident.   An accident the kind of which the Universe makes and the rest of us have to pay for, suffer for, and ultimately never recover from.   For Greenwich Girl is more than vapid, it is a celebration of the stupid, the vacuous, the empty-headed world of the privileged skank; those dim-witted blonds we love to laugh at and with, (when they get it) and who have set back the cause for women's rights hundreds of years.     But GG does more.   It tears at the very foundation of civilization for its blind celebration of the inane and mindless.

Who could these people be?

Well, I know.   But I'm not telling.

As the wise man once said, "you will know them by their fruit."

Let's look at some of the priceless fruit they grow.   Here is a quote from her fascinating article on the GG beach bag:

"Every GG needs a classic yet strong and steady straw bag for the summer beach days. This amazing one is from Hat Attack (www.hatattack.com) and it is the perfect carry all."   

Couldn't you just DIE?!?

How did we live so long without this knowledge?   To think there is a blog that provides us with this information!    What a time to be alive.

Well, if that wasn't deep enough for you, here's a profound excerpt from her essay on. . . Good Christ, I don't even know what:

"After discovering that the pantry reserve of Starbucks coffee beans was carelessly left empty and even the secret stash tucked behind the GG cookie jar was gone, my suspicion flag was raised high-I was ready to investigate but first I needed a Starbucks zap."

Starbucks and beach bags.

 But speaking of fruit, I would be curious as to what kind of tree would bear the fruit that could create Greenwich Girl?   What tree bore these empty-headed, trend sucking dilettantes with such a grand sense of entitlement yet without a spark of a mind;   to such pampered, simpering, simpletons?

Answer:  I cannot speak her name, but the Bible does warn, "Beware the Harlot, the whore of Babylon."  

Go, Greenwich Girl.   It's your world.   Destroy it.