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06/06/2008: "Weekend Eye Candy - Drunken Pop Tart Edition"
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America is famous four our trade inbalance. We import far more goods than we produce for the world. One item that we've always been able to export is our influence on the entertainment world. Sometimes, that's good. Sometimes, it's bad (Jerry Lewis to France). And sometimes, it's worse.
Let me introduce you to Lily Allen. Admittedly, other than seeing her in the occasional gossip blog entry, I had no real idea who she was, so I called upon the source of all knowledge - Wikipedia - for the answer:
Lily Rose Beatrice Allen (born 2 May 1985) is an English singer-songwriter and television chat show host. Best-known for her songs, "Smile" and "LDN", Allen is the daughter of actor/musician Keith Allen and film producer Alison Owen. Allen also hosts her own BBC Three talk show Lily Allen and Friends.
She's also been known recently for a decided lack of common sense in public, such as her recent vacation to France, where she decided to parade around topless for the paparazzi. Whatever it takes to advance the singing career, I guess. Well, she took another giant step in "career advancement" earlier this week at the Glamour Women Of The Year Awards in London.
Seems Lily was to be given an award for her "varied career", so she pulled out a pink wig and white dress - emblazoned with a decapitated, bleeding Bambi, no less - and headed off. You'd think that'd be enough to guarantee the kind of publicity that she seems to seek. But not for our Lily. No, she had to top it by getting so drunk that her brother Alfie had to carry her out of the ceremony - award still tightly clutched.
Keen-eyed spotters will recognize the pink wig as similar to the one that Britney Spears was fond of during her low point, and it would seem that Lily has modeled her behavior after a combination of Spears and Allen's friend, Amy Winehouse. For now, we can just chuckle about it - only time will tell if she comes off the tracks like those two.
My kind of girl ... 
