It seems our resident media whore Pippa Middleton found herself on the receiving end of an unsuspecting fan whose gesture of unyielding adulation didn’t necessarily sit so well with our collective hawt bixch. Or did it…?
styleite: Yesterday Pippa Middleton completed the 56-mile Vasaloppet cross-country ski race. Her prize? An unsolicited kiss by some stranger dude. UNCOOL, STRANGER DUDE.
Eriks Smedh is the 20-year-old guy who thought it would be okay to greet some woman he’s never met with a kiss at the end of her 7-hour ski trek. Middleton was sweet and smiley about it, but the Styleite consensus is that we would have punched the guy in the face.
With all due respect styleite, and understanding proper male female protocol this scoundrel is of the opinion that our collective hawt bixch lives for such moments. It is in fact what has defined her, sweeping wet kisses from the void looking to find transcendence by planting themselves on holier superior. The mock gushing is just that, pure camera play as anyone can imagine our Pippa will forever refuse to wipe away our lothario’s blush planted puckered lips away….
Said the young man who only did what every red blooded mammal has desired to do since our Pippa entered our collective consciousness:
“It was totally spontaneous, really innocent, just a cheek kiss…I just thought it would be funny with all the commotion around her. I told her that we have a tradition here in Mora when you reach the goal and then I kissed her. It actually is a tradition, but just for the winner of the race.”
Oh dear such are the the vagrant inconveniences in a hawt bixch’s life…