As One Direction fans, including Eminem’s fake Twitter daughter, spray paint the word WHORE all over the backyard sweetheart playhouse Taylor Swift lives in, her teenage piece-of-the-moment Harry Styles strolled into her NYC hotel last night with an overnight bag hanging over his shoulder. I should be shocked and horrified by this, but I’m too busy wiping the streams of vom off my lashes after my eyes barfed from looking at those pap’s UGGs.
This is the second night in a row that Harry and Rebecca of Sluttybrook Farm have had a sleepover. I guess those two real-life Strawberry Shortcake characters just can’t get enough of watching cat cartoons, making friendship bracelets and taking turns combing peach-scented leave-in-conditioner in each other’s hair. I refuse to believe that these two are bumping bare nipples, because I really don’t want to think of Taylor bumping bare nipples with anybody. My imagination has been to a lot of dark-sided places in the gutter, but it doesn’t want to go there.
And the only good thing that has come out of this unholy union is the moment when my mom was watching Access Hollywood and asked, “That Taylor girl is dating a boy from a band called One ERECTION?!!”
Here’s Harry at Taylor’s hotel last night and Taylor at a restaurant yesterday afternoon.