The Challenge: To write a few paragraphs about Peaches Honeyblossom Michelle Charlotte Angel Vanessa Geldof without slipping into a semantic colloquialism related to her name. It cannot be done.
Witness the two recent articles from The Sun, which delights in its apparent cleverness with
Peaches Is Creaming It and Peaches Goes Bananas.
It must be noted that I wanted to entitle this post, “Peaches Geldof Is A Youthquaker,” but that would have led to obvious undertones involving Edie Sedgwick, Andy Warhol, and again with the fruit trappings.
At any rate, perhaps Peaches isn’t so much of a misnomer as a blessing in very skimpy disguise. Could thirsty tabloid journalists ever enjoy “Fifi Trixibelle” and “Little Pixy” even half as much? I think not.
Peaches Geldof lists her income as at least ”250,000 per annum although she is a mere seventeen years of age. Most of that income comes from errant quasi-humanitarian efforts to unite Brits and Muslims. Note: Peaches Honeyblossom Muhammad Geldof does kinda have an interesting ring to it.
Peaches also earns money and scads of attention (the socialite drug of choice) by filling DJ spots at festivals when junkie rock stars fails to show up for their regularly scheduled Kasabian’s Ibiza Rocks show. This recent switcharoo was a bonus for specatotors, since the act of “whipping off her thong and throwing it into the audience from the VIP balcony” is much more enticing when done by a ripe young member of the Trash Pussies.
