I knew even before clicking that your video example was going to be St. Constance of Bennett’s fabulous Daily Beauty Rituals! When I was a tot, it showed for a while before showings of Rocky Horror at Philadelphia’s old TLA theatre.
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No, but claiming it’s “cleaner” than its Western counterpart is. The conditions are completely different.
I’ve always thought it odd that she dances kind of like the way someone who doesn’t speak a language sounds when reading phonetically - the outlines are there, more or less, but the overall impression is stilted at best. It’s an endless series of little bursts of “and then I do this, and then I do that...” rather than…
What? It’s not clean; it’s dusty. The whole place is; it’s essentially nothing but sand and dust, unless you irrigate. As for the clothes, they’re typical worker clothing, the kind usually bought from second-hand stores (the destination for the vast majority of “donated” First World castoffs). A lucky laborer might…
Genius, yes, but at least when I encountered her, a total pain. In the late ‘80s, she played a small club in Philadelphia I was working. Totally paranoid about not getting paid (I’ve heard the tales of Aretha insisting on cash in advance, explaining why she always has the purse on stage in plain sight - this made her…
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Damn.
I feel incredibly lucky that between 1993 and 1999 I was working with a consulting firm the work of which included figuring out what we thought people were going to be doing with these newfangled interwebs thingummies. As a result, I got a headstart on privacy, anonymity, and the importance of doing most stuff online…
Aaaaannndd.... cue the chorus of outraged Xianists complaining about their persecution at the hands of the Big Liberal Secularist Lamestream Conspiracy (with bonus “Hitlery” if we’re real lucky)....
Little glimpses into the lives of women who worked in pictures but never quite made it... such fascinating stuff. I love this blog that goes into great detail on otherwise forgotten actresses of the studio era...
My mother died about a dozen years ago after a fairly short but intense illness. My father, whose social skills have never been strong, was genuinely taken aback when we five kids were (to put it mildly) not terribly pleased at his bright idea: that since all our friends and family would be there anyway, why not just…
In the wake of open-heart surgery, I’ve had to make some major life and diet changes, and one thing I’ve learned - as I head into low-carb land - is that cauliflower rice is pretty damn good. It’s actually more like couscous, but it’s filling and works with a huge variety of dishes.
This, or a variation thereof, is essentially a universal throughout the Arab world (and, with an Egyptian husband in the house, the first customization we do on any place into which we move here in the U.S. of A.). Works like a charm, and its general absence in the “civilized” West is a major mystery for our visitors…
I’m recovering from open-heart surgery (10 weeks tomorrow - yay!) and have really benefited from participating in an online forum for patients and families. The only downside has been having to wonder if any of my fellow posters are one of these loonies; in general, the more someone is absolutely certain about some…
I have a lot of trouble reconciling the person who is clearly not very bright and/or educated (all the flat earth and evolution nonsense), and now on top of that horrid and baby-renouncing to boot, with the surprisingly deft comic and character actor (on everything from Friends to 30 Rock). Disappointing, to say the…
Okay, maybe publishing all this is a little tacky... but whatever else is going on, she’s got good taste in hair care - Deva Curl is the best!
your mom sounds like a riot.
I don’t mean to offend anyone but I always thought it was a wasp thing.
I am both old and gay, and therefore when blue I listen to Janis Ian, Jane Olivor, and Miss Nina Simone. Love “Wild Horses,” though...
Not marriage, thank god, but in my 20s I dated an older (circa 40) guy for about six months. We had a good time, and because I was a student and also waiting table I didn’t really pay attention to how odd his time availability was. In retrospect it should have tipped me off that he was so manic about always knowing my…
No shame. The Mister and I still enjoy not only KoQ, but the occasional Everybody Loves Raymond binge. But you know what I now find unwatchable? I Love Lucy; what everyone treasures so are the maybe fifteen minutes total from the whole run that aren’t awkward, shrill, and charmless. Not saying she deserves that…