Monday, April 21, 2008
American Idols
In a recent Boston Sunday Globe article, a mother expressed her concern over the negative influence that role models such as Lindsay Lohan and Miley Cyrus may have on her daughters. I'd like to take a moment to remind my mother how lucky she was, by presenting you a few of my childhood idols.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
big girl, you are beautiful
One of my guilty pleasures is America's Next Top Model. Well, it's not guilty actually; there is no shame in my love for the hot messes that are Tyra and the Jays. However, this season.... er, cycle....seems a bit tired to me. Sure, the location was moved from LA to NYC, but the format is the same- makeovers (which always result in at least 2 or 3 girls getting horrendous weaves that give Britney Spears' head a reason to feel good about itself), creation of "the bitch" character (this season it's Dominique- who cannot be less than 35 years old if you ask me), and of course, the gratuitous shots of life-size images of Tyra adorning the models' loft.
This week "plus size" model Whitney got called out by some designer Pamela Rodale (or something like that...I'd never heard of her). According to Pamela, she would never put a size 10 girl in her runway show, and I think she punished Whitney for being so morbidly obese by putting her in some ghastly leopard print mini dress and making her strut up and down the makeshift catwalk as her size-2 competitors watched with smirks on their faces.
Well, I hope Whitney wins it all and shows the skinny bitches that huge, fat, size-10 women do have a place in the fashion industry after all. Until then, I'll be waiting for a real plus-size girl to show up on ANTM, while trying to squeeze into my size-10 jeans.
My toes miss the sun
They are tired of being muffled by socks. They want to be free!!
Here they are at a happier, sunnier time....
(like my flip-flop tan?)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
thought for the day
"You know, life is full of hard bits, I think. But, in between the hard bits are some really lovely bits."
- Lily (Eagle vs. Shark)
a good way to meet your neighbors
Living in an apartment building is a curious phenomenon. You feel so intimately connected to your neighbors because (in our building at least), you can hear them talking on the phone, vacuuming, even sneezing. However, it's a rare occasion when you actually have a conversation or even find out a neighbor's first name.
Unless, of course, you lock yourself out of your apartment, as I did today. I was home alone and still in my pjs (pink and green striped pajama pants and some sort of Patriots t-shirt that I think my husband won at a bar), when I decided to run out into the hallway to throw garbage down the chute. And then... the stomach-turning realization that the door had closed behind me and I had locked myself out. There I was, at 3:30 in the afternoon, in my pajamas, barefoot... no phone, no friends....I felt as if I were on a desert island with no ship on the horizon. Alex, my husband, would be no help, as he's in Amsterdam at the moment. Then, the horrible realization set in that I'd have to rely on the kindness of strangers; I'd have to reach out to one of my neighbors. There was no other choice. Either that, or sit outside my door until Alex comes home on Sunday.
I made my way down to the lobby of our building and within seconds, a woman arrived at the door. I opened it for her and said hello, I could tell she was already suspicious. She lent me her cell phone, from which I made the following calls 1) to mom, of course, although there was really no way she could help in this situation. But it felt good to hear her voice 2) to Alex, to get the landlord's number 3) to my dear landlord, who by the grace of god, keeps a spare set of keys to my apartment at his work, which is about 10 minutes from where I live. He came over and was able to let me in. And I'm sure he was left with an indelible memory of my pajamas.
But the true hero of the day is Audrey, the lovely woman in apartment 3-2 who lent me her cell phone and invited me up to her apartment to save me the embarrassment of pacing despondently in the lobby, pajama clad. Audrey, by the way, has a beautiful apartment and had the table set beautifully for a dinner party she is having tonight. The table was set at 3:30! I can just imagine what she thought of her barefoot neighbor who still had not changed out the clothes she had slept in the night before.
I'm planning on dropping by and bringing her a bottle of wine to thank her for helping me out. And maybe, just maybe, one day I'll be invited to one of her fabulous dinner parties.
Unless, of course, you lock yourself out of your apartment, as I did today. I was home alone and still in my pjs (pink and green striped pajama pants and some sort of Patriots t-shirt that I think my husband won at a bar), when I decided to run out into the hallway to throw garbage down the chute. And then... the stomach-turning realization that the door had closed behind me and I had locked myself out. There I was, at 3:30 in the afternoon, in my pajamas, barefoot... no phone, no friends....I felt as if I were on a desert island with no ship on the horizon. Alex, my husband, would be no help, as he's in Amsterdam at the moment. Then, the horrible realization set in that I'd have to rely on the kindness of strangers; I'd have to reach out to one of my neighbors. There was no other choice. Either that, or sit outside my door until Alex comes home on Sunday.
I made my way down to the lobby of our building and within seconds, a woman arrived at the door. I opened it for her and said hello, I could tell she was already suspicious. She lent me her cell phone, from which I made the following calls 1) to mom, of course, although there was really no way she could help in this situation. But it felt good to hear her voice 2) to Alex, to get the landlord's number 3) to my dear landlord, who by the grace of god, keeps a spare set of keys to my apartment at his work, which is about 10 minutes from where I live. He came over and was able to let me in. And I'm sure he was left with an indelible memory of my pajamas.
But the true hero of the day is Audrey, the lovely woman in apartment 3-2 who lent me her cell phone and invited me up to her apartment to save me the embarrassment of pacing despondently in the lobby, pajama clad. Audrey, by the way, has a beautiful apartment and had the table set beautifully for a dinner party she is having tonight. The table was set at 3:30! I can just imagine what she thought of her barefoot neighbor who still had not changed out the clothes she had slept in the night before.
I'm planning on dropping by and bringing her a bottle of wine to thank her for helping me out. And maybe, just maybe, one day I'll be invited to one of her fabulous dinner parties.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
hug for my sister
My sister is sad, so here is a photo for her. My scarf wrapped around her dress... a hug.
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