One-Earringed Warrior.

Robyn ain't new. She's been around a deliciously long time, a fact I find remarkably comforting. She's someone that I had very ignorantly overlooked for many years simply because once I listened to one of her songs and it was too blip-bloop-bleepy-electropoppy for my taste. After that particular afternoon I never looked back, and dare I say that I was soooo wrong not to. I personally use this example of my own failing to never say no til the third try of anything ever again. After so long of clicking past any presence of the cute blond popstress, what made me reconsider? A friend with good taste (thank God for those!).

A little while ago my friend Rahul posted a Letterman appearance of Robyn's as his g-chat status message with the simple text: "Yes!!!" Because Rahul is nearly prescient in his level of taste, I clicked and watched Robyn make a hand-kissing fan of Mr. Letterman with her rousing rendition of one of her latest singles, Dancing On My Own (see above). The performance quickly became my repeating lullaby, alarm clock, and daytime dance tune. In fact, I only recently replaced it with something new, which is....also by Robyn. Her video for her song Hang With Me is sweet and officially cements her status as cuteness embodied.

Robyn - Hang With Me official video from Robyn on Vimeo.

Robyn's pixie appearance is edged with a taste for the modern. She favors designers with a like of tailoring and structure. She also prefers one of my all-time favorite modes of accessorizing--asymmetrical earrings. She frequently dons just one dangler, or a big and a small one. This trend should have come and gone a long time ago. But, when the right person does it, it instantly transports me back to that sweet spot of time in the '80s when all of the cool, older girls were doing it and creating that magical kind of envy that makes a little girl want to stick out childhood so she can do it too.

Robyn, can I be you when I grow up?

Jerry Hall. 'Nuff Said.

Watch the brilliance that is vintage Jerry Hall, Texas twang n'all, on David Letterman. How funny that Dave begins by pressing her about the kids without marriage thing. Until recently he was the face of unmarried with children.

Karen O., Will You Marry Me?

I know, I know, I gush all over the Yeah Yeah Yeahs more than their own mothers, but I simply cannot stop listening to the new album. I'm in love with it, and I'm even more in love with Karen O. She is too cool for my words. Just watch her in action on David Letterman (who I also want to marry, so polyamorous I am!):

If I do co-marry Karen O. and David, he has to promise never to bring Paul over. He creeps me out way, way too much for words.

Here's another clip of Karen being cool as hell. Once when she performed in Brooklyn, she led her fans through a dark hallway and sang a rousing rendition of Maps in the in the street.

See, don't you want to marry her now too? I love her haircut and red lips and her sparkliness and her everything. Sigh.

I want you to watch it.

Follow the link to Karen O's amazing neo-vogueing performance on Letterman, whose end of song fawning raises the already superb "gig" to golden status.