My second favourite F word...guilty pleasures and pretentiously awful people doing fabulous things.

So I've got a confession to make. This is beyond embarrassing, but in the interests of full disclosure, here we go:

I've started watching #RichKids of Beverly Hills. And I can't stop.

Feel free to hurl abuse here. It's deserved. Completely. I might cry but that's my cross to bear.

I think I must have been really bored one weekend, or comatose, or whatever, because even I know how wrong this is on any and every level, especially for someone my age who really should know better. Heck, a 10 year old would know better than to indulge in this crap, but there you are.

Anyhoo, it's even worse than the title. It's hideous, pretentious and stupid, filled with some of the most un-endearing, spoiled characters you'd ever hope to (not) meet, ie. horrible people doing fabulous things. Like the Kardashians on crack, who nonsensically  impart such UN tongue-in-cheek wisdom as:

'My arms aren't really long enough for a selfie sometimes'

'Walking from Barneys up Rodeo is cardio'

'My occupation is being funemployed and fabuluxe'

'When Saachi spilled sangria on my marigold yellow velvet Chanel boy bag and satin Charlotte Olympia shoes, I kind of freaked out initially'

and my favourite (after viewing yet another selfie):

'Do I look this bitchy in real life?'

Why yes. Yes you do.

Watching these spoilt  Bev princesses hit NYC was one of the funniest things, you can clearly see that everyone in NYC thinks they're provincial little hicks while they swan around in their own (self-perceived) fabulosity. Hilarious.

I think the only saving grace of this show is Morgan, one of the main characters, who is the only one who is seemingly in on the joke. She seems completely aware of how ridiculous she is and seems to deliberately revel in the hideousness, coming out with gems such as:

'I will literally check Instagram four times in a row and then be like, I’ve seen all these pictures, it’s awkward, I should probably call somebody or do something with my life'

Morgan's singular claim to fame is her blog 'Boobs and Loubs' which I must admit I haven't yet read, but sounds pretty self explanatory. She outright admitted that she barely updates it anymore (it's pretty hard to find the time between spin classes and pressuring her boyfriend to propose) but then turns around and throws a $25,000 party to re-launch the blog.

Yes, you read that right.

I'm so ashamed that I've gotten hooked into this drivel. I mean, there's the Real Housewives, there's The Bachelor, and then there's this.

I've hit a new low.

What's your guilty secret?

Happy Friday, y'all!

Bec xx

I'm a natural blonde. Please speak slowly. #dumbblonde101.

So today, for about the third or fourth time in six months, I locked myself out of one of our office computer programs because I repeatedly entered the wrong password.

If you type the wrong password three times, you're locked out for 24 hours or else you can contact our Finance Department to unlock you immediately.

If you're REALLY special, you can then sometimes lock yourself out promptly within minutes of being unlocked. Well I'm sorry, three times and you're out? That's simply not enough goes. On a particularly blonde day I would say I need at least 5.

Now I'm becoming (in)famous within my organisation for forgetting my password and I have just been advised that our Finance Department actively look forward to it because I apparently keep them entertained with my email communications, ie:

First email upon being locked out:

Hi lovely ladies

Is this something you can do to unlock me? Apologies, it’s a blonde day…

‘sorry your account has been temporarily locked as you’re an idiot’…

And today's effort:

I have stupidly managed to lock myself out again due to repeated incorrect password entries.

Is it possible to unlock it so I can code our expenses?

(there has to be one in every organisation and it appears I get the title).

and...

Thank you - perhaps I should change my password to dumbblonde01, then I may not forgetJ

So clearly today I'm on fine form. I'm a bit 'special'.

At least I can go home knowing that I've made several ladies' days, having had them in stitches, albeit at my expense...

Happy Friday all.

Hope you're enjoying your #dumbblonde101ness as much as I am today.

Cheers

Bec xx