While I don’t watch a lot of TV because I sadly don’t have enough time (ggrrr journalism), one show that can really entertain me for hours is The Bachelorette. Since I also have a love for anything on Lifetime or chick flicks overflowing with estrogen, this doesn’t come as a huge surprise.
There is something that my feminist side really likes about the Bachelorette. I mean she has her own man harem. Isn’t that a lovely turn of events? The whole thing seems very girl power to me. What is more liberating and empowering than a dozen boys with nice pecks getting drunk and fighting over you?
This week Ali, this season’s bachelorette, and the gang were in Turkey and she found out that one of the contestants, Justin “Rated R” Rego, had not one but two girlfriends in his homeland of Canada. Gasp! Oh well, Ali has a zillion other guys to choose from. But even more fun than watching the show was talking about it at work today. Here are some of the choice tidbits of our conversation:
Washington Life Ali (not to be confused with the bachelorette of course): “You know people are calling her the ‘fat-chelorette.’ She’s gained a little weight being on the show. Course no surprise there, all they do is drink.”
Kevin: “Do they all have to get tested before going on the show?”
Ali: “On the new one they do. They don’t want any Hep B in the house.”
Kevin: “Ahhh, I suppose a hepatitis outbreak would be bad for the network. I hear 40 percent of Americans have that H disease.”
Ali: “Whatever, my favorite is Roberto.”
Me: “No! Chris L! The sensitive gardner who lost his mother.
Kevin: “What’s the name of that annoying one? You know, the weather midget.”
And all this joyful banter while we are on deadline. Only the Bachelorette could inspire us so!
Tis a tough life being the Bachelorette, always having to put your clothes back on and all.
Here is Ali with my favorite contestant, Chris L, a sensitive landscaper from Cape Cod.
This morning I met with Lee Graff who founded the makeup company Cover FX. It was originally started as a purely medical company to help people with skin conditions which produce discoloration or for burn victims. But since it covers pretty much everything, it was a hit and is now available at Sephora. This of course got me thinking about how amazing makeup is (yes this is the girliest comment ever, but it’s medical makeup!) and about how much I looooove Sephora.
When I lived in Paris, the Sephora on the Champs-Élysées was open until midnight. Midnight! I can’t even begin to count the amount of products I bought while I was three sheets to the wind. My friend Mary-Alice and I would try on about 13 lipsticks all layered together, bronzers, blue eyeshadows, sometimes we would even try the shampoo or hide in a corner and paint our nails. Once we got off a redeye from New York, brushed our teeth in the street and went straight to Sephora for a “free” makeover before immediately starting to day drink. Man I miss my college liver.
But even sober, Sephora is very dangerous once the sun goes down. I have never left that particular brach with out looking like a transvestite or a woman of the night. I was painted, highly flammable, and significantly poorer every time I exited.
These days, I’m a little more sane with my Sephora purchases, but that’s mostly because I get lots of good free beauty swag at work.We did a photo shoot in Sephora for Washington Life and our model got to hold stacks and stacks of products. It was like she was holding bars of gold! Stacey and I always talk about our love of beauty products and laugh that we once toyed with the idea of writing a blog about not wearing makeup for a year. Hahahahahah. Thank the lord above that we did not go ahead with that scary scary plan.
Look at how happy I am! Sephora always brings me joy. Except that one time I overdosed on perfume.
They’re calling for two feet of snow in Washington starting tomorrow. I absolutely love the snow. Really really love it. I could live in Alaska and be happy as a clam. The one and only thing I don’t like about snow is running in it. It is so darn hard to run on a wet frozen ground. It’s cold, your feet are soaked within seconds, you slip, and you have to look down the entire time to not break every bone in your body. In short, it sucks. According to the marathon training guide taped to my fridge, I have to do a 12 mile run tomorrow and I don’t waaaaaannnnnna. But when I feel really sorry for myself and start pouting like a pudgy little child, I think of the late, and extremely great Terry Fox.
Even though I’ve been running for years, I had never heard of Terry Fox until I read an article about him in Runner’s World. This is a tad embarrassing as Wikipedia just told me that he was voted the most famous Canadian of the 20th century and number two on The Greatest Canadian list. Whoops!
Fox, a Canadian of course, lost his leg to osteosarcoma (that’s a type of unpronounceable cancer) at 19 and decided to run from the east coast of Canada to the west. His hope was to raise money for cancer research by running 26.2 miles a day. That’s an entire marathon a day…on one leg. Before he was forced to stop because his cancer had metastasized to his lungs, he had run 3,339 miles (distance between Miami and Seattle) in 143 days. He died less than a year later.
Terry Fox’s mother Betty is among the finalists to light the Olympic flame in Vancouver, and my fingers and toes are crossed that she is the one picked. Until then, I am going to get my butt out of bed, put on my sneakers and run 12 miles in that blizzard on my two good legs.
Terry Fox on his marathon of hope. He is inspiration personified.
Get out the hankies. This video will give you a new lease on life.
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