There is something so admirable about Peaches Geldof's desperate and unending attempt to be cool. Peaches has gone to great lengths to try and attain cool (a coke addiction, a flippant Vegas marriage, numerous rock star tatts and a move to Brooklyn) and at times seems on the cusp of achieveing it (she seems to possess an enviable list of hip friends and a reasonable intelligence). However, it's as if Peaches was born with some kind of birth defect where she was missing the cool chromosone, meaning that no matter how many indie musicians she marries or how many references to obscure movies she posts on her Twitter, she is unable to attain this allusive quality for which she strives and centres her entire existence around. However, her diligence in this situation should be noted and respected.