Long before we'd ever heard Lily Allen sing, Phillyist was completely in love with her. (We even posted about it on a "This Week in Celebrity" post back in October.) Between that and the fact that the media buzz around Lily Allen is continuing to grow, we clearly HAD to start listening to her music. And now that we have her debut CD, on iTunes, it's just about all that we listen to. Allen's music is insanely catchy: a blend of Britpop, reggae, and Hip-Hop with funny, clever lyrics: the combination instantly evoked The Streets for us We find ourselves singing her most explicit lyrics to ourself, but probably too loudly, on the way home from work. Allen isn't necessarily doing anything new, but she's definitely enjoying herself. And we're enjoying ourselves, too, because anyone who samples 50 Cent to write a song about her grandmother's shopping habits gets a gold star for humor in our book. She may just be our new girl-crush.
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Last month I went to the wackiest wedding ever. I barely knew the couple, but I was still totally pumped because I was ready to get my Hava Nagila on. What transpired during the reception was mortifying. First of all, instead of the traditional Hava Nagila, they chose a terrible techno version that consisted of a continuously looped house beat with a Goldfrapp wannabe singing over it. It gets worse. Instead of boosting the bride and groom into chairs and inviting everyone to dance around them, the groomsmen hoisted them up one at a time. Who does that? The whole point is for the newly married couple to gaze at each other from up high, looking totally petrified.

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The novella caught my eye because it was slim and guaranteed to be well-written; a promise somehow implicit in the surname “Mann”. And it is a charming thing to read: charming when you consider that the level of Indian legend you’re exposing yourself to is ultra-filtered from the sensibilities of a German, and then again through the translation of an American (H.T. Lowe-Porter. And because it is a piece of Indian cultural currency being passed onto us by a German, much more effort is put into successfully communicating exoticism.
Dear Attendees of Tuesday Night's Party at the Bellevue:
One of my dearest, darling manhunting partners emailed me this today:
