I consider myself to be a classy-ass lady; I drink my Boone's Farm from a glass. Which is why I am flabbergasted that I can turn on PBS and see the likes of Nicholas Q. Jonas. I was so affronted my monocle fell out and I had to fetch my smelling salts. I nearly got the vapors. Luckily whenever I watch PBS I always make sure to position myself near a fainting couch just in case. For shame PBS, for shame.
This Guy Doesn't Look French to Me
Promptly Put This Song in Your Ear. What You Know