From the "Why Am I Not Rich?" File comes this little tidbit from InStyle:

"In the mood for a little in-room tub time? At any Ritz-Carlton or Four Seasons, unwind as you sip chilled champagne in a relaxing bath that has been drawn by a bath butler. In addition to getting bubbly with your bubbles, you can have extras like strewn rose petals, candles and chocolate-covered strawberries."

Bath butler? Somewhere there is a person who has the job title of "Bath Butler." Wow. I don't know what to say, except ME WANTIE!!

This was the issue that has caused a few non-news headlines, because it features J. Lo on the cover and she is PISSED that they talk about her wedding in the article. I guess they did the photo shoot before her nuptials to tiny, hideous Latin troll Marc Anthony; by the time the issue was ready to go to press, she'd already been married and that's what they wanted to focus the article on...I skimmed over the article (B-O-R-I-N-G) for anything untoward that might have incurred the wrath of La Lopez, but it is InStlye, after all, and so there's mainly a lot of "there were lots of clues to the impending marriage: At our photo shoot Anthony sat close by Lopez's side while she was being readied by hair and makeup stylists." Ooooh, that's cutting pretty close to the bone with some hard-hitting non-journalism, no WONDER she's throwing a diva fit! What I think is particularly funny is that she's Miss I Keep My Private Life Private all of a sudden, as if we never as a nation, and may I dare say, a species, were forced to endure the almost-never-ending accounts of the minutae of her private life as part of Bennifer. Oh, the gall. That girl has GALL! Chutzpah! Cajones! (Someone in that marriage has to....)