The recent internet sensation of humorously shaming toddlers by posting a picture of the guilty child with a sign explaining what he or she did to warrant such embarrassment has spread to the animal kingdom. Makes me want to do the very same thing to Jake when he scares the crap out of the neighbors, scrapes his butt on the carpet, clears a room with his farts, drools a small lake while waiting for ice cream, begs, or… you get the picture. Enjoy!
The winter morning was bright and for what felt like the first time, I was up early with giddy anticipation of where the day would lead. With a traffic-free drive to the airport and ten-seconds of arms-above-head security screening to prove that my mother and I were not harboring any weapons, I was ready to hop on the gigantic KLM combi plane for the over ten-hour flight across the Atlantic. Stocked with magazines and snacks, I browsed the on-board entertainment system and planned out the journey’s cinematic adventures (Magic Mike, Seeking a Friend at the End of the World, and Bachelorette—none of which I had seen before).
Let me say, I
was am highly impressed with everything about the KLM experience. The flight attendants were attentive and friendly, the food was actually delicious, and the drinks were plentiful (and free). If you have the option to choose KLM, I highly encourage you to do so. The hours flew by while I swooned over Channing Tatum’s dance moves and sipped red wine, perfectly content in my limited space.
Soon, an announcement requested all passengers return their seats to the upright position and the early morning light of a snowy landscape was visible through the window. We touched down in what has gone on record as being the smoothest landing of all time. Seriously, I talked about it for about twenty minutes after we got off the plane. It was incredible.
We navigated our way through the airport, got another stamp in our passports, and found the transfer that would lead us to our AmaWaterways river cruise ship. We had finally arrived in the Netherlands. Amsterdam, to be specific.
Another day, another royal scandal.
As Prince William and Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, continue on their Diamond Jubilee tour of Asia–today’s stop, Kuala Lumpur–the French magazine Closer published topless photos of Kate from a private vacation with William last week. On holiday in southern France, the world famous young couple enjoyed their stay at a private hunting lodge, seemingly unbeknownst to the paparazzi lurking in the bushes.
The photos, taken as the couple sunbathed on a deck, feature the Duchess removing her bikini top presumably to avoid tan lines and enjoying some private time with her husband. There is nothing sexual or deviant about the pictures of one of the most famous women in the world doing what so many ladies do while soaking up the sun. How many of us have removed a bathing suit top or undone halter straps to avoid the unsightly white-to-tan skin contrast?
But that’s not the point.