I mean this with all due respect: In 2013, it’s hard to believe that Lauren Conrad
is still legitimately famous. In many ways, actually, that’s a
compliment. Reality TV stardom is notoriously tricky to turn into a
lasting career, but by all indications, Conrad seems to be making a
pretty decent go of it. Her books do pretty well, she has a beauty
website that’s chugging along, the paparazzi still follow her, I still
quote her more memorable lines from The Hills occasionally. (Lauren was right, he IS a sucky person.)
Lauren’s popularity probably endures because she was always something of a blank slate; a young blonde girl who probably looked like someone you knew and who seemed relatively nice, or, at the very least, like someone who wouldn’t make a very good villain. She seemed like she cared about her friends, and we all wanted to know what kind of eyeliner she used. Her unobtrusiveness, plus the perception that she’s a girl’s girl, mean that we’re probably going to be seeing Ms. Conrad for some time to come. For now, let’s see her handbags.
Lauren’s popularity probably endures because she was always something of a blank slate; a young blonde girl who probably looked like someone you knew and who seemed relatively nice, or, at the very least, like someone who wouldn’t make a very good villain. She seemed like she cared about her friends, and we all wanted to know what kind of eyeliner she used. Her unobtrusiveness, plus the perception that she’s a girl’s girl, mean that we’re probably going to be seeing Ms. Conrad for some time to come. For now, let’s see her handbags.