Girl, WHO are your parents???
You just roll out of bed, throw on yellow socks and tennis shoes, mismatched playclothes and set off to walk around with your rabid monkey who happens to be wearing cranberry colored Uggs. First off, FOOTWEAR: Aren’t you in a tropical climate? The foliage would lead me to believe so. Sandals would be the brighter choice. Aren’t Boots’ feet sweaty? (Do monkey’s HAVE feet or paws?) Let’s return to that in a minute.
Dora, hun, you have your own tv show, spin-offs, products and licensing agreements. It’s time to upgrade the posse. Boots, while smart and plenty friendly, should now be replaced with the signature gay stylist, uber-organized Personal Assistant & manic best friend. I’m not sure who that cow is but if you’re getting no Kobe beef from it, I’d say cut ties. And Swiper needs a restraining order. Sing it — “Do, Do, Do, Do, Do Orden De Restriccion!!!”
Let’s talk assesories: A watch? You have no job, don’t go to school, wander around the countryside all day singing in Spanglish, avoiding a bridge troll & a fox that takes your stuff for sport. Surely, you don’t need to stay on schedule for all that. A Map. Oh sure. I’m supposed to believe some shriveled up scrap paper produced from an outdated knapsack that makes my own crappy purse look like an Hermes Birkin bag, is going to save the day.
If you sell that monkey friend of yours to the Bronx Zoo (where, btw, the cranberry Uggs will be more climate-appropriate), you’ll be able to afford a Garmin and a new agent that can re-package your brand to a hipper media space.
Jill
I’m thinking Housewives….

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