My Weekend Crush

Thank you all so much for the birthday wishes this week. I wasn’t fishing for presents, I swear. Honest. My treat this week was going to see Gwen Stefani. There is so much to like about Gwen. She is sexy without being skanky. She is smart without being sanctimonious. She is glamorous without being gaudy. She is fun without being fluffy. She is perky without being pesky. And she works hard without making it seem like hard work. Sure, I’m a little tired of her shilling her L.A.M.B. brand at me, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to pay the bills.

I think the best thing about Gwen is that she is a pop star who owns her own image. No one is silently pulling the strings above her head. Her songs are her own, her style is her own, her success is her own. For a superstar, she seems refreshingly grounded. So much so that when she says that she is just an Orange County girl living in an extraordinary world, we actually believe her. Plus the woman just puts on a damn good show. And at age 38 (not to mention as the mother of a 1-year-old), she still has abs that could make a grown woman weep. Gwen is the kind of pop star you can feel good about liking. And, sadly, there aren’t too many of those around these days. Happy weekend, all.