Fugie Price

Well, look: On the one hand, Katie Price isn’t wearing as much twee pink as she did back in the UK.

[Photo: PacificCoast NewsOnline.com]

On the other, she appears to have traded her favorite color for a gig ruthlessly courting sponsorships by proving she can wear a logo any time, anywhere. Here she seems to be trying to lure Honda**, the former Confederate states, Pirelli, Jesus, the North American Butterfly Association, the dude who makes all those plastic Elvis sunglasses and sells them in Las Vegas, Grateful Dead groupies, and for good measure, the U.S. government. I can’t wait until Congress decides to throw some stimulus money at her just because the reps think it’s patriotic and deeply symbolic for us to watch someone — ANYONE, even someone who would cut her skirt six inches shorter if it weren’t for that pesky zipper — pulling dead presidents out of a White House purse like it’s some sort of magic trick. Maybe if I get a purse in the shape of Barney’s, the good people there will give me discounts on shoes; failing that, I’m just going to make a bag that looks like the Golden Arches so I can at least swing a sympathy Big Mac.

** Fear not, e-mailers — I did mean Honda, not Volkswagen. There appears to be a Honda logo on her skirt. Maybe she wants to get in bed with Honda because it anagrams to, “Oh, DAN,” and she’s… really frustrated with how Andrea Zuckerman’s R.A. Dan Rubin is behaving on some 90210 reruns. Or because it anagrams to “Nad ho,” which… you know what? Never mind.