Archive | June, 2010

Beachy Clean

Beachy Clean

Creamy suds with a built in exfoliator. Very clever!!!!! Bobbi Brown’s Sandbar soap arrive in the spring and are in limited supply so stock up for the extra scrub a dub, dub, dull winter in the tub.

Why the World Cup Matters

Why the World Cup Matters

For the next four or so weeks, the most important thing in the world of sports is taking place. Some will try to poo-poo it claiming that “soccer” isn’t real football.  I note, even as a diehard NFL fan, that what we call “soccer” is called “football” by, oh, everyone else on the entire PLANET. Most […]

Stuck in the dog house at work?

Stuck in the dog house at work?

No running off with your tail between your legs. Check out Susan Cramm’s article on the tricks to get you out in  “How to get out of the Dog House” .

Cookie Monster

Cookie Monster

What is it about a cookie that paralyzes me? As if eating a single cookie will put another 3 pounds on my hips. I stare at the cookie, thinking to myself… “Don’t do it, you don’t need it.”

“Okay, I will take a bite, but I will only eat half of the cookie.” I am afraid if I start eating the cookie, I won’t be able to stop. Then it will be 2 cookies, 3 cookies, a slice of pizza, then the whole pizza…and I won’t just stop with the cookie, I will then eat the right arm of the person next to me because I will find myself unable to stop.

The more I try to control myself, the more the cookie controls me, my thoughts, my ability to concentrate on anything else. Somehow this cookie has started to represent something MUCH bigger… if I am able to control myself, that makes me good. I have earned my gold star for the day.

Yet somehow the cycle doesn’t end, because I will find something else to struggle with….to judge myself with because I have not achieved perfection. Today its the cookie, tomorrow the mistake I made at work or the thing I said but shouldn’t have said because it made me sound less than intelligent.

Why are we so hard on ourselves? I don’t remember hearing any men complaining that they look fat in those pants… or that they are a failure because the couldn’t control themselves from drinking 6 beers and inhaling a bag of Doritos while watching the game.

Tired of second guessing myself, controlling what I eat, judging what I say, obsessing about what outfit I am going to wear. I want to eat the cookie when I want, wear what I want, say what I want, without the cookie monster standing over my shoulder.

BP Deals with Coffee spill

Beauty Bias, legal recourse or discourse?

Beauty Bias, legal recourse or discourse?

Newport Girl forwarded us a interesting article provoking us to think about Beauty Bias and if it could be corrected by legal means.

Dahlia Lithwick’s opening salvo in Beauty Bias is Unfair points out ” the only way for 40-year-old actresses to be compensated like 40-year-old actors is to have them look and dress like the teenage daughters of 40-year-old actors”.

Response to the men’s Spanx question…

Response to the men’s Spanx question…

A reader has inquired about my opinion on “the new men’s Spanx, aka “shapewear.””

The punchline: I’m an “anti.” Spanx smacks of false advertising, false vanity, and worst of all, strikes another blow against all that is macho, virile, and right. As if earrings, carryalls, and make up for men aren’t offensive enough.

Hair Band Ball

Hair Band Ball

I’m always losing my ponytail holders… either they end up as a dog chewie or disappear to the same place as lost socks. From Bumble and Bumble, the Bumble Band Ball provides an ample supply (100 bands per ball) of colored hair bands.