Mean Betty on Smelling and Looking Like Pamela Anderson
There’s a big difference between ogling Pamela Anderson, and actually emulating her. Mean Betty reports.
Mean Betty has to hand it to Pamela Anderson. By turning herself into a trailer-trash fabulous cartoon character version of herself, she manages to somehow stay relevant and talked about, even though her discernable talents are nil (unless you count her inflated fake boobs as talents, which, apparently, she does). There’s something admirable about her tenacious grip on celebrity, isn’t there kittens? Andy Warhol would be eating his words were he alive today.
However, my dearest darlings, while we may admire Pamela Anderson and her never-ending antics, the question remains, do we really want to … smell like her? Or – heaven forbid – dress like her?
Yes, pets, Pamela Anderson has joined the long and illustrious line of celebrities to launch their own perfumes, the hallowed ranks of which contain such luminaries as Paris Hilton and Britney Spears. And – Mean Betty reads with astonishment that Pammy’s next venture will be to launch a clothing line with designer Richie Rich. Truly darlings, will wonders never cease? Mean Betty can’t decide which is more perplexing – that someone would want to smell like Pamela Anderson (shades of greasy rocker groupie, suntan oil, and peroxide?) … or dress like her? At least Mean Betty is sure Richie Rich won’t have to invest much cash on material.