Back in "The City" days - Olivia Palermo was my favorite reality TV villain, and these feelings live on. I can't even remember WHY I don't like her or even an EXAMPLE of what she did to make me hate her, but I just hate her because I know I'm supposed to.
This ACTUALLY is a common problem for me that I will now call the Palermo effect. I see a girl out that I know I bitch-slapped, threatened to bitch-slap, or regret not bitch-slapping, but can hardly ever remember WHY she needed a bitch-slap. Palermo effect.
So Olivia, I dig your outfits (even though I think you're a spoiled, snotty, arrogant, nobody who lived too long off Daddy's money) but for all the reasons above, I can never like you. Sorry (but rad shoes).
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