Monday, March 27, 2006

Calamity and Consolation

I have this great hairdresser. She can read my mind. She makes my hair look fantastic. She's adorable, funky, sweet, and has art coming out of her tattooed pores. I can't stop raving about her. I actually do carry her card with me and give it out often. People stop me on the street and say how great my hair looks, and I haven't even DONE anything to it! It's all her! She's a genius!


She's moving to California this week.

I'm devastated! HOW WILL I LIVE WITHOUT HER? DOES SHE KNOW WHAT SHE IS DOING TO ME? DOES SHE KNOW HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE ME TO TRUST ANOTHER HAIRDRESSER?

California will be great for her. DC is uptight, conservative, and boring, at least as far as hair and makeup goes. She will thrive in LA! Her name will be in lights! I really think it's a great move, and she'll love it there. But I will be wallowing in hair misery.

To console myself, I went to Nordstrom and bought shoes. This only partly makes up for a scary, uncertain hairdo future. But look how cute they are! At least I can be well-heeled if not well-coiffed.

Friday, March 24, 2006

One more thing about the Oscars

that bothered me, and I KNOW the Oscars are old news, but it's my blog, and I'm going to write about it.

Best Song: "It's hard out here for a pimp." On so many levels, I just...can't... understand why this is celebrated.

Level 1. This is awarded the same prize as works by Henry Mancini? Really?

Level 2. Do all y'all realize what this song is about? It's about men selling women to other men. Is that kind of really disgusting to anyone else? I don't think that songs can't be about controversial things, or about disgusting things, or about non-PC things. But guys singing about selling girls for sex is degrading in one of the basest ways. All that fuss about feminism and equality, but the little golden man goes to a song about pimping.

And mixed in with all this fuss about Brokeback Mountain -- The general feeling is that homophobia is Not Cool. We are ALL about supporting LOVE between people! No more taboo love! (I agree. Homophobia is bad!) But does it seem a little...hypocritical...to say, "Boo, homophobes!" and then turn around and celebrate misogyny? We're for gays but not women?

Level three: the obvious: "Woooe is me, I have it so hard as a pimp, wahwahwah" I have a hard time sympathizing, and the song doesn't make me want to, either.

We award this song because...it was the best song out there this year? Because it sheds light on the hard life of of America's overworked and underappreciated pimps? Because it's musically important? None of the above?

George Clooney gave a very good speech about how Hollywood is always out of the loop by reecognizing the unfortunate, highlighting social problems, talking about taboo subjects. Next subject: mistreatment of women.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Fashion Statement

I don't own any shirts with words on them, but I would wear this one.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Two thoughts on Oscar fashion, as if anyone cares what I think about Oscar fashion

1. What was with the pockets?



Since when do evening gowns have pockets? Don't you want to show off your manicures and dazzly rings? What are the pockets even for? Chapstick?

2. Plain black dresses? This is Oscar night! Do something shiny! This:


Not shiny. *yawn*

Other Blogs

My two favorite lines from the blogosphere last week:

La Coquette:
7:20 AM Customs. I look over at the "European Citizens" line. It is a sea of excellently tousled hair. The signs should read "European Union Hair" and "All Other Hair."

Les Cadeaux:
I love that bubble feeling you have as a kid, in which you know your family and only your family, and the only story of how two people met is the story of how your parents met. Before there is knowledge of dating and lust and heartbreak and compromise and sex and commitment and fidelity and finality, there is the story of your parents, whether it’s a sad story or a sweet story or a short, short one.