I had a great time last night thanks to my gorgeous friend Jen, who invited me to her family’s annual outing to Carnegie Hall to see “1964…The Tribute,” an unbelievably realistic-sounding Beatles tribute band. If you closed your eyes, you’d think it was the real thing. And, if you opened your eyes (which I’d recommend…
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Linda’s Got a Brand New Bag
Elle.com reports that architect-artist dude Ron Arad and Notify artistic director Maurice Ohayon joined together to create a space-age handbag for my favorite model, LindaE. Embed from Getty Images The bag doesn’t interest me nearly as much as the “four-hand” factoid from the story: “What happens when supermodel Linda Evangelista—who at her height in the…
Having a Wank
I took guitar lessons for eight years. I didn’t become proficient because I never practiced. I would get out my candy-apple red Fender Strat exactly once a week when I trudged the ten blocks to see Ed, my good-natured guitar teacher. I kept this up until I left the corporate world and started working for…
Going Back to Cali
This is what I wore when I went out with the gorgeous bloggers of L.A. last month: head-to-ankle black. Kate Moss for Topshop fringed jacket. My only Topshop acquisition ever. Only my Hogan shoes broke up the black. I found these shoes marked way down but almost didn’t get them. Luckily, MrB insisted because I’ve…
I’m Only Anti-Work
Reading gorgeous blogger Miss Karen’s I’m Not Anti-Social, Just Short-Sighted blog has caused the Officer Krupke song from West Side Story to become permanently lodged in my head. I sing it to myself every time I read her blog. A clip from the movie version of West Side StoryMiss Karen’s line comes at 4:35 Damn…
Say My Name, Say My Name
When I was a kid, “personalized” shizz was really popular. Personalized keychains, personalized bookmarks, personalized license plates for your bike, personalized shoelaces for your sneakers. It wasn’t personally personalized just for you, of course. You bought the stuff ready-made in the drugstore or Caldor or another place like that. I was always very hurt when…
Hotness
When I had a fever the other night, I was inspired to search for a video of the late, great Peggy Lee singing Fever. I love her facial expressions and overall ‘tude.
Happy Holiday, Goyim!
Every December 25, I get into the holiday spirit by reminiscing about an idiot I knew in my freshman year of college. This self-described born-again Christian once went into a rant about the secularization of Christmas as symbolized by the use of “Xmas.” She thought that evil secular people had X’d the “Christ” out of…
Hey, Hey Charla
I’d like to dedicate this craptacular photo of myself — inching into my 41st year in a too-short skirt and red lipstick — to my pink-lipglossed nemesis, How Not to Look Old author Charla Krupp. I’m wearing a vintage Christian Francis Roth jacket for my 41st birthday, which is today.Yeah, I’m old, sluts!Deal with it….
Happy Very Belated Birthday to Me
When I turned 40 last December, my gorgeous mother, BarbaraB, told me she wanted to take me shopping for a special birthday present. I couldn’t take the pressure of picking out my own gift for such a momentous occasion. I felt it had to be something amazing that I would never buy for myself. Tricky!…