Who’s That Girl isn’t only a 1987 Madonna song and movie; it’s also what I screamed when I first laid my eyeballs upon the glittering ginger goddess, and Alabama rose that is Phoebe Denise Price. Long before Dlisted was even a tickle in the internet’s ballsack (just nod and pretend that made sense), PP was ruling Hollywood! GoFugYourself was one of the first blogs to give Phoebe a much-needed stage on the internet, but I fell in love with her while going through photo agency websites and noticing how much they covered her. I had to know who she was and quickly discovered that she’s a WORLD-RENOWNED supermodel (no citation needed), a bona fide Hollywood star (see: her role as Customer with Car in an episode of The X-Files), and fashion icon. PP is fun, over-the-top, and gives a fuck while not giving a fuck at the same time. So I wrote about her over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, so much so that readers began to send me disturbing and offensive emails like, “Stop posting about Phoebe Price.” And yes, those readers now lie in a plot in my brain labeled “dead to me.”
As a birthday present to myself in 2007, I made Phoebe Price Hot Slut of the Day. And Chicken Cutlets ended up winning Hot Slut of 2007, becoming my favorite HSOTY winner ever. PP proudly wore the HSOTY crown, but as I mentioned in my goodbye announcement post, she re-branded Hot Slut as Hot Babe. An activist! Speaking of, here’s one of many favorite PP stories. The year was 2008, and a little unknown fashion brand called Channel or Chennile, or something, was having a party at their store on Robertson in West Hollywood. PP graciously agreed to give that no-name brand some attention by gracing their small party with her superstar presence. But some uneducated PR girls blocked her from getting in, claiming she wasn’t on the list. It is the understatement of understatements to call this The Crime of the Century! PP wasn’t having it and vowed to sue Chanel if they didn’t immediately apologize to her. Behold, the Norma Rae of Not Being On The List!
About a second later, Phoebe declared victory when she discovered that the Chanel store on Robertson had closed:
Okay, in actuality, that store was just getting renovated at the time. But the Chanel on Robertson did end up closing this year. They were obviously so shaken up and paralyzed with embarrassment over being called out by Phoebe Price that it took them 15 years to finally put a Going Out Of Business Because Phoebe Price Called Us Out sign on their window. The power of Phoebe Price truly is like no other!