Smart Blondes and Successful Sluts

The key to being a successful whore is discretion. If only someone had told the Spears sisters and the Gloucester girls. Well, I suppose you can be quite a successful  slut by putting it all out there if that is your end goal, but it is pretty hard to be successful and a wastey face post college party girl. If your cubicle mates recognize you wearing the exact same ruffled oxford as the day before, just a little more wrinkled this time, and if that really is vomit on the sleeve as they suspect, we hear the respect factor starts sinking fast.

 

So as we graduate from our safe little haven where there is more than one way to pass a class and RAs are just built in dealers, it is time to consider how we fit into this rat race of conformity. BB and I are both writers: she wants to be the next Diablo Cody (at least the stripper part) and I just want someone to pay me to travel around the world playing journalist and partying until my first liver gives out. Think Christiane Amanpour mixed in with a dash (ok a large glob) of Tara Reid. Now you can see how difficult this is. Christi doesn’t seem like the type to smuggle absinthe into the Green Zone and play strip beer pong with the Iraqi soldiers. But that’s just what she wants you to think. She doesn’t have the affluent background of Anderson Cooper, or the feminine jaw line for that matter. She had to get here somehow.

 

So as we attempt to maneuver post college life, we will continue to make spectacles of ourselves and mockeries of the corporate ladder all under the cover of night and our oversized sunglasses, which become especially handy during those awkward bi-state walks of shame. God I hate when I wake up in New Jersey.

 - Ginger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Greetings from 1/2 of BloggingBlonde Bombshells!

I don’t believe in the negative connotation of the word “whore”. It’s so passé in today’s society. Your mom’s a whore, my mom’s a whore, we’re all happy whores. It’s more a term of endearment, if you will.

 

The name is Babs Belle (heck yes that’s my real name, I told you, my mom’s a whore).

 

Unlike my comrade-in-exploitation writing, I stayed in-state to attend one of the nation’s top party schools on a full academic scholarship, no less. The name will be withheld to conceal the site of the sins of my youth. This great institute of higher learning was equal parts bliss and mortification. Despite my current efforts, I have yet to find the same levels of pure fun and utter embarrassment anywhere else.

 

While obtaining my Bachelor’s of English (oh yeah!) I became part of the most despicable organization known to this middle class, ex-prude, former argyle sweater wearing whore. I am ashamed to admit it, this is true. However, it was this very organization that opened my eyes to the great WhoreLand that I live in now. I never wanted to be a “sorority girl” I swear. But in a sea of 30,000 nameless faces, lets be honest, I needed friends.

 

So I did my time, I wore my Greek letters, I paid my outrageous dues, and I even lived one long wretched year in the sorority house (which I’m convinced is the epicenter of WhoreLand). I’m not proud of the things I’ve done, or the people for that matter. But looking back, I’m convinced my glory days are long gone. And all that is left are the permanent bruises, car dents, memories of those awkward mornings after, and this need for a constant flow of vodka through my veins. All of which will be presented for your viewing pleasure (and mockery) with sheer anonymity in this great outlet of cyber purging.

 

-Babs Belle

Welcome friends, porn seekers, and google bingers…

You probably know us as the pearl earring wearing, Starbucks frequenting, twenty-something suburbanites. We went to respectable colleges, got good grades, and never hesitated to mock you with both our supposed wit and strikingly good looks. Then, just last month, we were thrown into this terrifying place called the real world and forced to face what we’d spent the past four years really becoming…

 

We were going to call this blog ”Classy Trashy College Town Whores” but we were afraid of disappointing porn seekers in search of raunchy pictures of sorority orgies and blondes blowing basketball players. While we may have experience at both, the photographic evidence is not readily available, fortunately, lest we ever find a real job.

 

They say the truth will set you free, so perhaps sharing our escapades and conquests will do just that. If not, at least we aim to entertain. They also say in wine there is truth. We have learned this the hard way through 790 bad decisions, 89 one night stands, and 1 Ron Jeremy encounter later. No need to fear, the wine will continue to flow as freely as our mindless exploits, admitting with anonymous gusto the past and present feats of former college town whores.

 

-The BloggingBlondes

Ginger Lee & Babs Belle