Archive for the ‘Completely Gratuitous’ Category

I’ve Been Tagged: The Honest Scrap Award

November 24, 2009

Chimere Norris, also known as @chimerenmktg in Twitterville, has tagged me in an interesting your-turn-to-spill-the-beans social media experiment.

I’m supposed to share ten honest things about myself. And then tag seven bloggers I love, respect and admire.

Whenever these sorts of things go around, I usually hit delete as fast as I can.

Facebook and Twitter make us transparent. Do we need to go that extra mile and tell random people 25 more things about ourselves?

I talk about my weight, my clothes, my family and my work right here on this blog. Why on earth would I share ten (more) honest things about myself?

Eh. Why not.

Herewith. 10 (brutally) honest things about myself. (Read it quick. I’m so deleting this post tomorrow.)

Thank you to Chimere for tagging me. And at the end of my post, I’m tagging seven others I’d like to hear from.


Completely Gratuitous: I’m getting old. And I don’t like it.

October 26, 2009

I don’t like having my picture taken.

I actually hate it.

In childhood, it was because I had a serious overbite from ten years of thumb-sucking and a gap between my two front teeth that you could drive a car through.

And for some reason, my natural smile is wide. Super wide. I smile with reckless abandon. Like I’m really really overjoyed that your camera is in my face.

Even though I’m not.

So when I get a request for a photo to be placed on the contributor’s page of a magazine, I panic.

I’ve always pored over the contributor’s page of every magazine I could get my hands on. Everyone always looks so fashionable, so with-it and happening. They all have amazing bios and their photos are always perfect: a family shot with adorable cherubs, a glam shot taken by a professional, a care-free picture that looks like it was taken by a lover.

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I think all writers stress over submitting these pictures. We take a million of them right at our computer, trying hard to make it look like we didn’t take the picture just for the magazine. Here’s me right now:


TWA–The Only Way To Fly

August 14, 2009
Don't be fooled. This hairstyle takes WORK. Believe me, I know.

Don't be fooled. This hairstyle takes WORK. Believe me, I know.

At age four, I ran away screaming anytime my mother approached me with a comb.

Thirty years later, I feel the same way.

I. hate. hair.

I hate combing it. I hate styling it. I hate hot combs, relaxers, weave, grease, brushes, blow-outs, hood dryers, sponge rollers, hard rollers. I hate getting it braided, twisted, loc’d, cut, shampooed, conditioned, wrapped, rinsed, dyed, fried and laid to the side.

Why can’t we all just rock smooth clean baldies?

Why can’t we place an emphasis on who has the shiniest dome? That’s a style I could compete with.

But alas, beauty and hair have been intrinsically linked since the beginning of time. Much to my chagrin.


Completely Gratuitous: The Bagnistas

February 27, 2009


When I look at fashionable women, (not women who have enough money to buy anything they want. But truly fashionable women who just know how to put it all together), I notice one constant: nice bags. nice shoes. Always.

I may not be able to pinpoint if the outfit comes from Bergdorf Goodman or Target. But I can always peep the bag and shoe game.

In my quest to be more pulled-together, I promised myself that I would buy myself a real bag.

My history with bags is sad.

As a writer with a bunch of electronics and accessories, I’ve normally gravitated to bags like this…