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Blog article in NY Times Magazine

This article: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/25/magazine/25internet-t.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&hp is really interesting, but I can't decide if it's a description of everything that's tempting about blogging or everything that's wrong with it. I mean, after all, the experience got the writer a piece in the NY Times magazine! By the way, can I just mention that this girl was 24 when Gawker offered her the position she's writing about, and at that point she was an associate editor at a publishing house and was antsy to be promoted faster. I'm 23 and living in London on a tourist visa, nannying . Kill me now.

For the love of Gok.

I saw Gok Wan on the street today having lunch and I almost fell all over myself. But I decided to let him eat his lunch in peace. So I'll do it here instead: "Gok!! I LOVE you! I love your show and I just think you're so wonderful." Oh, and here's a great interview: part 1: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fq__xI5fe2U&feature=related part 2: http://youtube.com/watch?v=JGKpSTFqLPU&feature=related love love love love love him.

It really is about confidence!

This is how I look today: No makeup, moderate VPL, okay hair, sunburned nose. But every time I looked in the mirror this morning I felt pretty good. I’m not saying I saw no flaws; I saw a few, and I even identified them aloud to myself. But then I immediately identified the good stuff, and I made sure I ended on that positive note. And, lo and behold, at least half of the men I passed on the way to the park this afternoon took a second look. A few even smiled at me! So maybe I look better than I give myself credit for, but I have a feeling it has more to do with that little extra swing in my hips, and that easy smile on my lips. Maybe confidence really is key. Or maybe it’s just that Frowny McWorryalot is kind of unattractive. Noted, men of London. Thanks for the smiles today. PS For anyone who actually reads these things, let it be known that I have integrated pilates into my workout routine and decided not to be so hard on myself. Fuck sticktoitiveness, I'd rather just b