Nobody's perfect. And I ain't gonna work it.

So, apparently TeenVogue is considering/going to put Miley Cyrus aka Hanna Montana on the cover. Soon.


Can I just say that I am the anti-Cyrus. Everything about her image is phony. The fact that her music is on something other that Radio Disney is rather sickening. Channel Disney need not infiltrate the real world.

If I honestly open the mailbox and see Miley smiling up, I am not renewing my subscription. TeenVogue is a fashion magazine, and Miss Cyrus has not a drop of style in her scandal ridden body. Let's do a little review, shall we?

Um, ew.

Um, ew?

Um, EW?!?!?!?!

So, point taken. But TeenVogue has to place nice-y nice-y, especially since Miss Cyrus expressed her enthusiasm with the magazine.

Original Article: http://fashionista.com/2008/06/rumor_mill_miley_lands_her_dre.php

"Remember when Miley Cyrus named Teen Vogue on her list of desert island
necessities?
It was a pretty blatant "Pretty please put me on the cover of
your magazine?!"
And we hear it worked.
You can catch her on the cover of
Billboard right now, where she apparently dishes on the Vanity Fair scandal, but
expect to see her on little Vogue's cover very soon.
We bet they'll even
give her cute clothes to wear - or at least more than a sheet.
Maybe they'll
even let her keep the stylist. She could use some help in that
department."

Apparently TeenVogue's audience is quite appalled by this predicted choice in cover girl. Especially after the steady stream of disappointing issues and cover girl choices.

Oh Karl, how supercilious of you.

Wear expensive with expensive and cheap with cheap.

-Karl Lagerfeld

I could not disagree more wholeheartedly. Unless you have on an outfit that is perfectly worn in, can't-tell-its-designer designer, expensive clothing head-to-toe looks oh-so simulated. Of course, celebrities can pull off this combo but they also have stylists to help them. Plus, having dashes and bursts of cheap clothing that are quirky and fun gives a stuffy outfit a bit of character.

Anyways, that's all I have to say about that.

Today was rather busy so I didn't have time to post as much as I would have liked. Between colorguard practice, a sleepover, catching up with a longlost friend, and relatives who came into town, posting on I, Suburbanite was hard to come by. But, hey, it's only 2:23 a.m. and there is alot to talk about. Let's start with a music review; broaden your horizons a bit.

So what am I crazy about lately? Let's start with Mickey Avalon.

Yeah, I probably wouldn't want to touch him for fear of catching something treatable, but there's something about Avalon's catchy beats and quirky rhymes that have me hooked. As you may have noticed (or not) the first song on this blog's music player is Mickey Avalon; one of my favorite's So Rich, So Pretty. And if you've been listening (or not) the lyrics can be pretty raunchy and/or disgusting, but as is custom for Avalon. And thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody.Cuz the blows so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty. Uh...right...

All of his songs have a beat that make you want to get up and dance, like in Jane Fonda (1,2,3,4, get your booty on the dance floor, work it out) or Friends and Lovers (All my friends and all my lovers are dead). His songs seem to make subjects like suicide or sex seem funny and dance-worthy. His rapping is awkward and almost off-tempo but it seems to be his swag. And it'll make you want to get up and do the Jane Fonda.

Mmhhmm. Lovely Hair.

I just have a thing for blunt cuts and bobs. It's sleek, chic, and ever so unique. -snort- It really takes a certain thing to pull off a bluntly cut bob, long or short. I am seriously considering getting one.

Whenever I post pictures of styles I like, I will try and include pictures of lesser known/real people than celebrities that are always featured in the news or on tabloids. Of course, bobs like Victoria Beckham, Kate Bosworth, Rihanna, Nicole Richie are known and lovely also. They just won't be included here. ;]]]

If you ever see a picture of yourself, or someone you know on my blog and would like to have it removed please comment a statement telling me so, or drop me a message. I don't mean to upset anyone, I just want some variety.

Kids my age are stupid. No really.

And I really hope this is not a reflection of what my generation will become.

Of course, I am talking about the teenage girls from Gloucester High who made a pact to get pregnant. Honestly, I gasped when I saw the story on the news. I mean, these are kids. One went even as far as to enlist "help" getting pregnant from a homeless man.

Here's an exerpt from the Guardian:

"As ever, pundits have wondered about what role the media might have played, suggesting popular movies like Juno and Knocked Up were inspiring teen pregnancies, much as the classic Molly Ringwald vehicle For Keeps? and the lesser John Hughes triumph She's Having a Baby did in the late 1980s. I vividly recall when a friend told me she was pregnant our sophomore year of high school, making her the 35th pregnancy in our class that year, and I asked whether it was Ringwald or Elizabeth McGovern she was trying to emulate. She told me, "We just got carried away and forgot the condom," teaching me an important lesson about teenagers, the media and pregnancy. Oh, and forgetting condoms."

I couldn't believe that some kids would really want to be preggers. Then again, teenage pregnancy has been getting alot of press as of late, with Jamie Lynn Spears, Ashley Simpson, and movies like Juno (Gosh, I love that movie though).

Juno was rather nonchalant in the way it approached teen pregnancy. I mean, her dad didn't really get mad and her stepmom was more than willing to help her through the pregnancy. If that were me announcing I was expecting a Lil Kay Kay, my dad would have either (A) gotten the shotgun to get the boy or (B) disowned me.

Let's throw dreams, goals, and accomplishments out the window and form a pregnancy pact! I bet you my college acceptance letter that I will be positive before you.

PSHHHAWWWWW

Children of the New Millenia

Yea yea. After religiously visiting a few blogs (The Sartorialist, Jess and Josh, a few vague and kitchy fashion blogs, political rants), I decided to air out the ole' keyboard and start my own form of bitching. It's time to make use of this summer, not waste it staring at my pointless and utterly pathetic friend list on Myspace. I've wanted to make a blog for a while but I guess I was afraid it would die off after my short-attention span wandered onto other things.

So here's a little bit about me and what this blog will contain.

My name is Keri, blogmaster extrodinaire and sixteen years young. I am wildly imaginative (which I guess can be translated into over-analytical, take your pick). I live in the disgustly boring suburbs of Florida (hence the blog name I, Surbanite) and I am trying to spruce up my 101 degree days by pounding away at this here keyboard. -poundpoundpound-

And this blog will pretty much talk about everything. The fact that I am a Liberal, the fact that I love fashion, the fact that I love journalism. Once I replace my camera (damn those thieves) I will post pictures of my outfits. I will comentate on politics, on society in general, on society as in my bubble of a suburb. There are no limits to what my fingers can pound away about.

Coming up, a commentary on Current Events. Har har, do I have ALOT to say.