Last weekend I happened to be in the glamorous town of Las Vegas - or as I like to call it Tackytown. Vegas has a that unmistakable whiff heavy perfume, hairspray, cigarette smoke, perspiration and suntan lotion. Ladies and gentlemen, that is the Smell of desperation.
Now, the Look of desperation is a low-cut black micromini dress, stripper heels and enough make-up to jazz up Mount Rushmore. Now, there is nothing I love more than a LBD but I think these girls were taking Little far too literally. Just sitting in the Palazzo munching on my Bouchon club sandwich, I spied enough hoochie-hos to wonder if a strip club somewhere had suddenly burnt to the ground and the talent was taking refuge in Barneys. What really shocked me most is that some of the, ahem, ladies were being escorted by their mothers.
So the answer to the question is Dina Lohan as a role model.
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