Totally shallow US Weekly observations

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Friends: -who are Kim Zolciak and Kroy Biermann, and why did her wedding dress weigh 32 pounds? In the picture, it looks like a vat of meringue erupted on to her as she began to walk down the aisle. Seriously, all I see is frilly, white poofiness, an enormous veil and some boobs.

-why did Kendall Jenner, apparently one of the Kardashian clan, get a $90K car for her 16th birthday? This family is so tacky. That obscene wedding? People, give this money to charity, not to 16 year olds and 72 day nuptials.

-does anyone else feel that Brooke Burke looks like a terrifying wax museum model? And why did she name her kids Neriah, Shaya, Rain and the like?

-why is Alexa Chung famous, and why does she always have deer-in-the-headlights eyes? Can she, too, not believe what she's wearing?

-how long does it take Nicki Minaj to get dressed? who is Nicki Minaj?

-why are Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber staying in ritzy Paris hotels? People, I don't care how famous I was, my parents would definitely NOT have let me jaunt to Paris and stay with my bf at that age. For the love, T and I could not share a room at my parents' house until after we were married.

Based on the probably apparent disdain in the above commentary, why do I read US Weekly? Hmm...Food for thought.

Compost salad, Matt Bai and Nate Silver tonight, funny memory

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This is, quite possibly, the largest compost salad I've ever created. Hell's bells! I'm not sure I can conquer it, but I'm committed to trying. T and I are going to that Political Calculus, Political Times talk tonight with Nate Silver and Matt Bai, and as we need to leave just before 6, I'm not sure I can bring myself to eat dinner beforehand. While I'm not a real late eater like the Euro folks, neither can I stomach the idea of dinner at 5. I have an almost complete aversion to it really, kinda like my thoughts about buffets. So anyway, I'm anticipating a later dinner after the talk and think this salad might do the job of carrying me through. I was just looking at Christmas ornaments in a pretty catalog and saw one that pictured a Norman Rockwell scene. Immediately, I was reminded of a college-look trip my Mom and I went on many years ago; we were near Stockbridge, MA, and so decided to visit the Normal Rockwell Museum while there. It was sometime in March or April and there were some basic Easter decorations up. As the guide walked us through the rooms of paintings, we passed a small, tabletop faux tree filled with hanging Easter eggs. In the midst of Rockwell's wonderful pieces, a member of our group pointed to this chintzy little tree and asked with all sincerity, "did Norman create this too?"  True story folks. I thought my mom and I were going to fall out and have to leave the tour, but we did a masterful -as far as I recall- job keeping our snickering relatively internal. It's funny what sticks with you, isn't it.