You're not well, Mr. Blackwell

That’s a line from a Kiss song—hope Gene Simmons doesn’t mind me pirating it!

Every year about this time, I'm forced to ask this question: "Who the hell is this Mr. Blackwell douche-bag, and why are his opinions considered so damn important?"  Once again, this self-appointed twit gave the world his unsolicited opinions this week about who’s best-dressed and worst-dressed in celeb-dom.  And as per his usual, his worst-dressed list is nothing more than a lame collection of pot shots at the usual way-too-easy targets like Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, et al., and bad puns like "From Streep you could weep."  Hey, Numb-nuts, that was Meryl Streep's movie character!  It was her job to dress like that—she doesn’t dress like that in real life (The Devil Wears Prada is an overrated film, btw).  I seem to remember one year the vaunted Mr. B. even put down the gal that played Mimi on the "Drew Carey Show" for the same thing.  What a maroon!  To me, he’s yet another one of these worthless celebrities that America makes famous (and reveres) for no good reason (á la Ryan Seacrest, Dr. Joyce Brothers, Kato Kaelin, et al).  In the words of Pete Townshend, "Why should I care? WHY should I care?"