Oh
Karlie Kloss, you 18-year-old gazelle, you. 6-foot tall supermodel. Also ballet dancer, as if the genetic pool hadn't been kind enough to her as well. Who hasn't Karlie walked or campaigned for? Oh, and just renewed her contract with Christian Dior for the third season in a row.
Do you see what we're leading to here? Karlie is the sort of model who is sprinkled with magic dust by fairies when birthed. She's lives and breathes in a rarefied atmosphere. So imagine our expressions when we saw KK hanging with... *drumroll* ...
Joe Jonas. Put a lid on those hormones, kids. We don't care that Joe is a "Jonas". We don't care that they're the same age. They are DIFFERENT. They are meant to be separate, and never must the twain date. Karlie is meant to be dating an Icelandic-Swedish-Norwegian-Hungarian viscount who's an heir to a diamond fortune and who's mother was BFF with Zsa Zsa Gabor during their Euro-tripper days. They are not meant to be hanging out together at the Santa Barbara Polo and Racquet club. The only saving grace (but barely) is that they were watching Prince William play polo. We would've preferred Prince Harry ... but hey, as long as Karlie is in proximity of one prince, we're breathing sighs of relief. Step away from the supermodel, Joe Jonas.
We're also feeling kinda snippy. It happens to us on Monday nights. Every week, so we're already giving due warning. But you know what makes us laugh hysterically, even though we're in a blue funk? Watching Karlie dwarf the JoBro!
*Cue Evil Laugh*