Ho ho ho!
Lemondrop has been wonderfully working the heck out of me this past week, so if you get a chance, pop on over and read my stuff there. A few more things should be up soon, including a Brittany Murphy retrospective!
(This post also counts as a partial apology for not Gynomiting it up as much as I should have.)
LAing it.
Kumail and I just came back from LA, and now that I finally have a phone that takes pictures, you lucky people get to be treated to blurry pictures from it!
Case in point, here’s the Hollywood sign from very far away.
We were lucky enough to stay in TJ’s apartment right around the corner from Mann’s Chinese Theater, so we were in the thick of the touristness. We had some lovely dinners with lovely people, hung out with friends, experienced the Watts Towers, and saw some major celebrities. Click to see all the blurry action!
Once I saw a unicorn
This is a thing I wrote for a website but they were like “naaaaaah”, so now it’s for you. The topic: Madonna.
Have you ever seen a celebrity? Wait, let me clarify: have you ever seen a celebrity so mind-bendingly celebrity that you start questioning reality? I have. When you live in New York, where celebrities are “just like us!” and do things like walk around and wear sunglasses, you get fairly used to spotting someone famous and immediately acting as if you haven’t seen anyone at all. We all play celebrity bingo here, and we all act as if we don’t care about it. But recently, I hit the celebrity bingo jackpot and saw a creature so rare and mythical that it was like seeing a unicorn. I saw Madonna.
This week in GuySpeak/GirlSpeak…
…I ponder the ins and outs (groan) of couples where one wants to do something sexually that the other does not.
Go read and feel free to comment nice and anonymously over there!
A very self-indulgent discussion about fashion. Seriously, you’ve been warned.
I was recently sent this tremendous article called “When Mods Grow Up” about punks and mods that are now in their 50s, and how kids today are going to be screwed, stylistically, as they grow up. I loved it in ways I cannot express. Here, listen:
Join a style tribe in your teens, and it may well influence you for the rest of your life, though some styles seem to suit the ageing body better than others. The octogenarian trendsetter will probably once have worn a zoot suit. The hippie for whom dressing sloppily was a revolt against bourgeois convention will now be in M&S jeans and T-shirt.
But whereas Linda Grant thinks today’s teenage style won’t be able to grow up because it’s so shapeless, I think it’s more of an issue of teaching a man to fish. A kid that’s been buying pre-packaged stuffed lemon pepper salmon all his life will have no idea, ten years later, of how to catch, bone, and properly season that stuff.
GuySpeak/GirlSpeak
The wonderful amazing folk over at Lemondrop have been so kind as to give me a weekly column with them, starting this week!! It’s called GuySpeak/GirlSpeak, and my job is to present the advice given by the men over at GuySpeak to women who write in with questions and then agree or disagree with it, throwing in my own two vagina-possessing cents.
Fun!
Go here to read the first column, which is about this:
Dancing with Myself
New article up at Lemondrop today about how I took burlesque dance classes for a long time but decided not to perform.
Apocalypse Foods
I have a list of foods I keep in case my death is imminent, because at that point I will consume those foods with such excitement and guilt-free intensity that it may stop the flow of time. Here are some of those foods.
(I realize this may look similar to This Is Why You’re Fat, and I’m ok with that. This is my dream disgusting food list.)
Whopper
Videos of My Life
Yes, I loved this song, and yes, I loved this video, and yes, I bought this tape, and yes, I would play it when I had boys over in a sad attempt at being alluring.
Sadeness Part 1, by Enigma
(You know you want to jump)
And that’s how we kinda ate in a four star restaurant.
Kumail and I were in Atlanta, and after a long and fun day, we decided to reward ourselves with Thai food. We love Thai food. A local guy with an IPhone looked up the closest Thai place to where we were, and gave us the number and address, with the warning “I think it’s a nicer restaurant”. “Perfect” we said. We found out that they were only taking to-go orders for the next ten minutes, and it was questionable if we would reach the restaurant in the next ten minutes. So even though we had wanted to peruse the menu and find what fun little random Thai dishes they had in Atlanta, we ordered our curries over the phone, menu unseen, and continued driving to the restaurant to pick them up.
When we arrived at the restaurant, a valet approached my window and asked what we were doing. That should have been a sign.
