I use the term “surprising” loosely, lambs, because as you know, I don’t put Lana Del Rey and her lip extensions on a pedestal. But I was, shall we say, mildly interested when LDR confessed that her song “F—ed My Way Up to the Top” was only a joke–sort of.
“You know, I have slept with a lot of guys in the industry, but none of them helped me get my record deals,” she told Complex magazine. “Which is annoying.”
Ugh, tell me about it. I cannot tell you how many Upper East Siders have bedded this Senator or that director in the misguided belief that they’d actually make good on their promises to advance their career, buy them a Birkin or wife them up. Unfortunately these ladies realize that all those honeyed words were only in pursuit of a roll in the hay, and these ungracious gents were never going to help them at all.
Moral of this story? Don’t rely on anyone else–or any of your lady parts–to get you where you want to be. And speaking of bad ideas, LDR also revealed the worst dating advice she ever received was that “love doesn’t come easily and that relationships are supposed to be a struggle.”
Again lambs, so incorrect. Love is very similar to the shoe salon at Bergdorfs: when you find the perfect match you just know and slide effortlessly into a relationship–or a YSL slingback. Fine perhaps my metaphors aren’t flawless, but you know what I mean. If you’re limping along and in pain, the fit is wrong.
Wait…did I just agree with Lana on not one but two points? Ugh darlings, what’s happening to me?
Tell me, what’s the worst bit of dating advice you’ve been told? And are there any celebs out there that you suspect of sleeping their way to the top, or at least trying to anyway?