Why, Whitney?
December 29th, 2008 by Christine Whitney
Whitney Port, when we started watching the Hills we felt vaguely nauseous and bad about ourselves, as if we had eaten bags upon bags of Pizza Combos. We watched bobble-headed Heidi bop around while Spencer leered like a coked-out Lorax, and we died a little inside. But you wore cute outfits and listened to Lauren Conrad’s woes, and even seemed fairly professional—we liked you! We nervously anticipated the release of your new “reality” show, and we are still going to watch it NO MATTER WHAT. But there’s something that is troubling us, beyond your relationship with Ben Lyons and that Australian Adrian Grenier clone.
It’s your clothing line. Where did it come from? We know you’re young and stuff and super busy with your many fashion jobs and T.V. shows and providing counseling for Lo, but your new line made us desperately sad. First because it is named Whitney Eve, which sounds like a douche made by crackheads. Second because it is heinous. Malibu sweatpants? Mandees-dresses? Why Why Why?! Alas, if you had learned from LC’s mistakes (our interns wouldn’t even take her samples off the schwag table), all of this could have been avoided.
