Don't you hate the word "classy"? I can only use it ironically. When I hear it, I just hear a kind of whiny voice circa 1981 saying, "Oh, Claire, the way you folded those polyester napkins is just so...claaaaasy.
The word bugs me most because it's never used by people of a certain class. It's a middle-class word used to insist on set of faux "pinky-up" protocols. So bougie. So sad.
For the record, I am not "classy." I know, I know.... Don't spit your latte out your nose in shock... or laughter. Me not being classy is no news... except to maybe one person, and she decided that I needed to know.
My blog is my id. Generally the rules are: play nice with others, but it's open season on bad decor & tragic celebrities.
If I call Pam Anderson out for being desperate, fame-whoring, tacky, over-boobed, pruny-faced-while-running-around-in-a-too-tight-henley-tee, I will. I truly believe it's my duty to ridicule her and other celebrities like this because their version of coarsening the culture is far worse than mine.
Plus - - I'm funny.
So there you have it. Let's add the word "classy" to Things That Are Wrong.
Enjoy your day! Make it a classy one.