I get kind of mad when I see people perv over our supermodel-hot sales reps at work. Hey, they’re a lot more than pretty faces, damn it. Eyes front! Treat them like people and wipe that perverted grin off your face. They work hard just like the rest of us to make things happen. But this is the new, non-judgmental me. I’ll be the first one to tell you I may have stereotyped them at one time or another in my life. I figured, when you’re that gorgeous, you have no personality because you don’t need one. When everyone kisses your ass your entire life, how can any real-world social skills ever even develop? It only took me my entire adult life to learn that ridiculously beautiful women aren’t all unapproachable weirdos. I feel like a tool for even thinking that, and now I might slightly overcompensate by practically stalking all of them (sorry). Anyway, I’m thinking about all this after this past week of living dolls invading my life–kicking butt and taking names all over the city from Waikiki to Chinatown and beyond. All I really know about Mahina Boersma is that she walks in almost every fashion show in town, continues to show up in the pages of every magazine I flip through, bartends in Chinatown and only just recently allowed me to follow her private Twitter account. Now I also know that she, along with marketing grom Raha Hashemi and their equally drop-dead gorgeous pals Alana Kysar and Kammy Yai pulled together, in less than a week, an event that had downtown looking like First Friday, with great entertainment, perfectly organized mini auctions, silent auctions, killer donated prizes and talent–all for Haiti. These women are passionate and dedicated to helping others, and their pretty faces raised well over $12,000 in a week. They even poked fun at the whole “hot chick” thing, auctioning themselves as dates to raise money for the Clinton Bush Haiti Fund. It’s not like the winners had to actually take them on a date to the restaurants and concerts that were donated, but the option was there. Nice work, ladies.

Speaking of working hard, the Royal Hawaiian Shopping Center looks damn expensive as a place to launch a business. Acid Dolls fits right in with its eclectic yet super-girly edgy style, so congratulations to Cindy King for making it happen. The place was a mess of candy- coated models with all the trimmings on Friday evening to commemorate her new store. Earlier in the week, I was all ears for Belgian noise band Orphan Fairytale as the two girls in pink capes did their thing for a very attentive crowd of uber-hipsters at The Manifest. Taking inventory of their table during the performance, I saw a bunch of cables, old tape decks, an air compressor, duct tape, a pair of pink sunglasses and two pink Nintendo DS controllers with touch screens that they used to control everything. Definitely like nothing I’ve ever seen (or heard) before in my life.

On Saturday night, someone famous (really famous) kissed me on the mouth for finding her water. She thought she lost it. She is so famous that I can’t even say who it was because I’ll feel horribly guilty that she allowed me in to her world for an entire night and then I blabbed about it here. I can say that I definitely had the wrong idea about this woman, who’s been working so hard and just wanted to dance that night. What an honor to be in her company, and when she was dropping me off very early on Sunday morning the only words I could muster up were “Bye, pretty.” God.