Jessica Simpson is interviewed in the September issue of Glamour, and it pretty much covers what we expect of this fluff-ball, housewife journalism: hope will see you through the day, all my struggles make me a better person, this is all part of my journey, my Dad isn’t a creepy weirdo obsessed with micromanaging my career or leering at my epic tits etc., etc. But buried in the Q&A is this little, unforeseen nugget:
GLAMOUR: Let’s talk about your fashion line, the Jessica Simpson Collection. Your company grossed something like $300 million last year! Do you ever sit back and think, I’m a mogul?
JS: It’s an incredible experience, creatively. I love to work with my mom; we’re very hands-on. I get my inspiration from books, pictures, art. I might find a vintage scarf and say, “I think this should be our color palette.” And I love that I can write off all my shopping! [Laughs.]
I honestly have trouble believing this. Jessica Simpson as some business mogul? Really? I wouldn’t trust this hick with glitter glue and elbow macaroni at playtime. I mean, c‘mon: $300 million? Are you kidding me? Is this a made up number, something fantastical Glamour just said to make her feel better as she sat there spacing out, giggling occasionally, and eating her own hair? They could have said that she was worth a lifetime supply of panda bear hugs or a billion Klingon darseks and it would make about as much sense to me.
