Ever read something that made you want to pull your hair out and use it to cover your eyes because you simply could not bear to read any further?
No, we're not referring to anything published by DLD, wiseguys, but to the public musings of one Plum Sykes.
For the uninitiated, a brief backgrounder on the irritating one: she is British, and worked as a fashion assistant at UK Vogue, but really made her, ahem, name at US Vogue where she made it to contributing fashion editor, or some such nonsense. Apparently she was an "it" girl in New York. Whatever. Then she became a novelist, delivering the turgid "Bergdorf Blondes", then the "Debutante Divorcee", which we couldn't bring ourselves to read. Oh but we can only imagine the horror.
Luckily for us, she's still pumping out articles for American Vogue, and some of our favourites include "Why I simply adore the colour pink", and "How Cutting my Hair to Just graze my collarbone makes me even more like my friend Gwyneth Paltrow". Incidentally, of course Plum and Gwyn really are good friends, and rumour has it that Gwyn named Apple because she liked Plum's fruit-themed moniker so much.
But we digress. Plum (real name Victoria) has also opined about how gorgeously sexy-looking her back is because she, duh, just discovered Pilates...the rest of us were there about ten years ago lady, but I guess you were so busy being an It girl that you missed the world-wide phenomenon.
So folks, if you need to unleash some aggression, rush to your nearest quality newsagent and purchase a copy of American Vogue. Once you've read Plum's latest piece you'll be ready to bash the crap out of that tennis racket/boxing glove/personal trainer.
And since Plum spends so much time looking down her bony little nose at everyone else......don't you look down or you'll start looking like her - eugh.