Fringe is freaking amazing. It just keeps getting better and better. If you aren’t watching it you should tune in now before you are so far behind (LOST style) you can never catch up. I haven’t liked a show not on HBO or Showtime this much, ever.
I’d like to institute weekly Fringe watching parties? Any takers?
My super bad-ass little bro, Henry, is studying engineering at University of Illinois and has hooked up with their Formula SAE team (Society of Automotive Engineers) as one of their lead drivers.
He has been racing some sort of cart/car for as long as I can remember and I am insanely impressed that he has found a group that nurtures his talent and gives these kids the resources to fully explore their passion.
He just sent me a text saying “Check out our Formula car!” and I figured I would share it with y’all.
“TV has never been better. Someday, we’re gonna look back on this period as this golden age of experimentation, where the networks started dying, and the cable channels started proliferating, and there are so many channels that to get our attention, programmers had to try everything, including quality.”—Ira Glass on why the death of network television is awesome [A.V. Club] (via peterwknox) (via heylaney)
Great news… I downed my coconut water and a big glass of vegetable juice and I feel so much better. I think I didn’t drink enough juice last night and just woke up a little dehydrated. It is kind of amazing how filling juiced veggies can be.
PS. I am writing this for my mom who did in fact read a previous post and called me at work to say she was “pissed!” (her words, not mine.)
Ok, so I am on my second day of this god foresaken juice fast and to be honest (my mom is going to kill me if she reads this)…I don’t feel great.
Detox Coach Karyn warned us that the second day would be the hardest, and she was right- I don’t have much strength. Why don’t I just “eat a sandwich” (as my sister so delicately asked this morning)? I feel like I have committed to this detox and I am already 18 days into it…to give up now would be to negate the previous 18 days of will-power, self-reflection and general struggle. Despite feeling physically lousy, the end is in sight and I feel pretty bad-ass for being able to make it this far!
One unexpected outcome of this detox is that my sense of smell has been completely heightened. I can smell everything from the detergent on my clothes to my coworkers hairspray…I was even able to smell the different components in my morning juice. Strange (and slightly nauseating)
Dawn Spinner Davis, 26, a beauty writer, said the downward-trending graphs began to make sense when the man she married on Nov. 1, a 28-year-old private wealth manager, stopped playing golf, once his passion. “One of his best friends told me that my job is now to keep him calm and keep him from dying at the age of 35,” Ms. Davis said. “It’s not what I signed up for.”
This is an excerpt from a NYTimes.com article today on the poor girlfriends and wives of suddenly poor bankers. My dear Dawn, don’t you remember your marriage vows? I believe they read ‘for better, for worse’. So actually you did ‘sign up’ for this when you married your banker. The girls in NY may be very pretty but my god, they have their heads screwed on sideways if this is the way they carry on.
Last night I met a dear friend/former boss out for drinks. He is a fancy fancy partner at Accenture who I worked under for almost a year. He is one of those people who is really good at his job (read: can close multimillion dollar deals) but still invests time in developing his team.
We had a wonderful night catching up and I really enjoyed taking a conversational jaunt down memory lane. It is funny how quickly one forgets about late-nights at the office, campaigning for promotion or the joys of per diem. It was great reliving those memories for an evening!
Normally dinner with a boss is only marginally fun…but with Scott’s stories, a tall glass of Vino and 6 months of unhashed gossip…I would classify our reunion as wildly successful.
Since being in the real world, I have had 3 distinct careers.
Arts Lackey: After graduation,my ideals and I moved to NY and worked for an off-Broadway theat-ah filling every position from Box Office Manager to development assistant to marketing associate. I lived and breathed art and being a part of something I cared so much about was indescribable. While working for the theatre, I saw (free) theatre 5 to 7 nights per week and surrounded myself by enaging/remarkable artists (actors, writers, directors). I was definitely living the dream and I felt like I had found my purpose, but due to the economic realities of working in the arts, I was forced to work 3 additional jobs just to pay my rent and every day was a financial struggle (I sold concession at another playhouse, worked early morning at a PR company pulling the articles for the day and spent weekends as a research assistant for a VC firm. Not Glam.).
Supply Chain Strategy Consultant: After a couple of years in the not-for-profit sector, I was so tired of being poor that I decided to make a drastic career change and became a consultant. I worked for Accenture doing supply chain strategy work in the energy sector. I worked mostly with midstream pipeline companies and travelled non-stop for almost 4 years. My assignments kept me out of town Monday-Friday in places like Calgary, Houston, DC and Oklahoma. I loved Accenture as a company and remain so thankful for everything I learned during my time there, but living life on the road was no longer sustainable once I got married. Leaving was not a hard decision, but I have been surprised by how much I miss certain elements of my time there. I miss the structure and corporate organization, but mostly I miss the people I used to work with…spending 5 days a week together on the road forces intimacy among even the most unlikely of groups
eMarketer/Website Launcher/Teacher Concierge/Project Manager: I now work in the start-up division of an education marketing firm. We are in the process of building a major teacher resource center. This experience has been messy and exciting. I have never had such a major personal or financial stake in the success of anything…which is cool, but also scary as hell.
"Congratulations! Based on your past performance in the Chicago Marathon, and/or your recently submitted race result, you have been assigned to a Seeded Start Corral at the 2009 Bank of America Shamrock Shuffle."
Um, I kind of hope that I am put right up front with the Kenyans! Think about it… even if I got smoked by the elite runners the moment the shuffle began, the pre-race photo would be totally worth it.
You know I would blog that business…and that shiz would totally get reblogged!
**This is in no way a promotion or medical analysis. Below is my thought process and opinion on the current views of cosmetic procedures.
Let me first say, I’m hesitant to write this post. The haters have been getting to me lately, but I refuse to let them make me feel ashamed of my choices. I only have one major regret in my life at this point, and it has nothing to do with this topic.
The purpose of this post is to give you my perspective on women’s image issues and try to understand why there is a stigma attached to maintaining your appearance. I care about how I look, why is that shameful? To some extent, we are all vain; that’s how we have been socialized. As for me, I’m in the public sphere so you would expect I care a little bit more than most about my appearance. But at the same time, I always post pictures of me at the gym, running around in sweats, and with no makeup. Why? Because that’s real and I don’t care to pretend I’m perfect.
Cosmetic procedures are particularly noteworthy when it comes to judging women. “Why get them? Be happy with who you are and how you look,” people demand. In my opinion, this is a “To each her own” and social tolerance issue.
To Each Her Own
Even if you are confident with your body, soul, and mind, we are always looking to better ourselves in different ways. From reading a book to educate ourselves on a certain topic, to adopting a healthier diet for our well-being, to traveling to explore new cultures, to getting an injection to look younger, these are all efforts to improve ourselves. Some are respected, others not so much.
We should be allowed to choose how we evolve our lives without the judgement of others. If we ask for your opinion, please feel free to be open and honest, but otherwise, keep your trap shut.
Let’s take breast implants as an example. At first, they had a stigma too. No one would confess their boobs were fake. Now women are proud to not only admit to this procedure, but some women will also rave about their doctors and ask you if you would like to feel his/her handiwork. Furthermore, as the NY Times pointed out the other day, boobs are now a standard high school graduation gift (and in my experience they have been for years now). Breast implants are now socially acceptable. I’m not a fan, but it’s my body. You make the decision on what you would like to do with yours. Period.
I site Roe v. Wade because it serves as a marker of people accepting (maybe not respecting) a woman’s right to choose. Although abortion is still an issue at the forefront, it’s notable the Supreme Court recognized women should be able to do what they feel is right for themselves.
Cosmetic procedures should be viewed in the same light. Not to mention the procedures are in no way effecting another human being, so the severity of the issue is considerably less. But as with breast implants, time will have to pass before others view cosmetic procedures as acceptable. I won’t say “the norm” because I do think artificial enhancement should carry with it serious consideration before you undergo any sort of procedure. Other things like manicures and pedicures, dental work, highlighting your hair, are all “procedures” that are completely unnatural but we consider normal.
What Does This Have To Do With You, Mary?
You know I’ve had Restylaneinjections around my mouth, and some of you know I’ve had Botox injected once a long time ago. What you don’t know is that last year I decided to begin getting Botox injections again in my forehead.
Honestly, I was ashamed to admit it. I could hear the rants in my head, “You’re only 26! Why are you injecting chemicals into your body? Be happy with who you are!”
But in my opinion, and very close friends concurred, the wrinkles in my forehead and between my eyebrows were continuing to deepen as the years passed.
I first had Botox at the age of 23 in an effort to stop the oncoming ditches. I had been using Stri-Vectin in an effort to lift the lines, but my muscles were too strong for a cream. So I had the procedure done and LOVED the effect. I had used a few gift certificates to help me pay the $900 fee, but after 6 months rolled around and it was time for round two, the bill was too steep. I couldn’t afford to maintain the Botox so the wrinkles continued to get worse.
Last year, when I was in Dr. Bobby’s officefor the Restylane, he suggested I might want to reconsider. Friends and family agreed that it was a luxury, but I should seriously think about it. So I took a good look in the mirror. My face below my eyebrows looked 24 (in my opinion), but my forehead was at least 35. Here was my thought process afterwards:
Unless I stop raising my eyebrows, these wrinkles won’t go away.
My scowl lines are pretty bad too.
If I don’t do something, I will probably eventually get a face lift (OMG).
A few injections is so much easier than a nip tuck.
I hate needles. Last time I did this I almost fainted because I psyched myself out.
How much is this going to cost?
So I went back to Dr. Bobby for the injections. He made the procedure easy and gave me a really good deal on the price.
A day passed, the Botox set in, and my forehead barely moved. The lines, those awful ditches that striped my forehead…they were gone. No one could tell except for the girls I had anything done. Everyday when I put on makeup and snapped a picture I felt so much better about the way I looked.
I get it, that sounds shallow. And as my readers you never saw my wrinkles so you think I’m crazy.
Here’s my point: why was I embarrassed to share this with you? I videoed my colonic TWICE despite the ridicule because I believe what I do is right for me. Now I’m not saying if you get Botox you need to tell the world. What I am saying is we should not be ashamed because cosmetic procedures for women under 30 are not accepted by society yet.
On my last visit to Dr. Bobby, Better.tv filmed the procedure because I am not the only woman under 30 with this dilema. Due to the fact we filmed for a segment, I did not pay for the procedure. But please know that Dr. Bobby would never adminster anything unless he felt it was truly necessary. As he states in the video, he has several women under 30 who get injections for wrinkles they have or are trying to prevent.
It’s Not About Them, It’s About You
Everyone ages differently. Everyone deals with age in a different way. Everyone feels differently about age. So do what is right for you.
And when judging others, before you judge me, consider this fact that we all are distinct and unique. Therefore, is it acceptable to make a blanket assumption and lump everyone together?
At the end of the day, do you really care what I inject where? What you should care about is that you read a blog that is honest. You might not agree with me and that’s ok. But you respect that I have an opinion and the strength to share it with you.
A Final Note
I am not condoning cosmetic procedures for everyone, especially younger girls. Unfortunately, teenagers are hyper concerned and sensitive with their appearance these days so a girl could take my commentary to imply countless different meanings. Cosmetic procedures are administered by doctors who I would hope help their patients (of any age) make the right decision. Or deny services to women who don’t need work done. I hope that’s not wishful thinking.
Young girls, listen to me. You have a wealth of knowledge at your disposal. Don’t abuse your body while you have the time to implement a healthy lifestyle now. You see the effects of smoking, you know how harmful the sun can be. Make the right choices. Embrace who you are now. The makeup, cosmetic procedures, marriage, etc you can make choices about that later.
I have made the right choices for me at my age for where I am in my life right now. I look to the future with confidence and a less wrinkled forehead.
Great weekend! It felt very culturally well rounded, too.
Performance Arts: The “Short Story Slam” was unbelievable! It was one of my very favorite Chicago experiences. It felt like a celebration of performance, literature and our city. The stories ranged from one family’s road trip stop at McDonald’s play-land to a south side girl’s experience growing up with a drug dealer father . They were thoughtful, funny, intimate and felt so home-grown. And with the grandfather of poetry slam Marc Smith providing the opening act it was impossible not to acknowledge Chicago’s place in the history of spoken word performances.
Visual Arts: Yesterday afternoon, we visited Rotofugi Gallery. A cool buck town spot that specializes in character-design based works and modern pop fine art. One of the collections included brightly lacquered wood collages of various appliances exploding rainbows. Kitschy and fabulous. (We were on the west side visiting the adjacent toy store picking up a handful of vinyl toys from the new Kid Robot collection which we love!)
Cinematic Arts: “Milk.” Wow. Go see it. Sean Penn is just a crazy talented freak of dramatic-nature. I was also pretty into the fact that the cast was loaded with Broadway peeps. I love to see my theatre buddies get movie-size paychecks (provided, of course, they rush back to the stage afterwards)!
Last night, Simon and I went to a party for one of his law school buddies whom I had never met. As I walked into this room full of what I though was going to be complete strangers, I ran right into one of my Pi Phi girls from Northwestern! I adored Lindsay back in college, but haven’t seen her in 5 years and it was such a wonderful surprise getting to catch up with her. She is as beautiful as always and is now a fancy fancy entrepreneur having launched a site that allows people to buy you super glam things (um, best idea ever)!
We totally scheduled a chick date as soon as I am off my detox!
Tonight we are going on date night to see the movie “Milk.” If you have ever been to a movie theatre while on a detox, you know how challenging it can be (damn omnipresent delicious popcorn smells!).
I just arrived home from work to find that Simon had stopped by Whole Paycheck Foods and bought a whole bunch of raw snacks for me! Included in my snack bag are tasty treats including freeze dried pomegranates and apricots and raw cashews.