Monthly Archives: March 2010

Let’s talk Tracy Anderson Method.

We’ve all heard mixed reviews of celebrity trainer Tracy Anderson, who claims to sculpt Gwyneth Paltrow, Emily Blunt, Kate Hudson, and many other celebrities.  Tracy has three workout videos on the market, Tracy Anderson Dance Cardio Workout, Tracy Anderson Mat Workout, and Tracy Anderson Post-Pregnancy Workout.  I have done all three videos several times, and here’s the honest scoop.

If you have stumbled upon reviews of Tracy’s Dance Cardio Workout on Amazon, then you know that she is quite the polarizing figure.  People seem to either love or hate this DVD because it is both lovable and absurd at once.  It took me several weeks to learn every dance sequence, but now I know the whole DVD forwards and backwards.  I would be surprised, however, if most people will take the time to master eight routines.  It is akin to cheer-leading camp on steroids.

Thoroughly learn each sequence before moving on to the next, even if that’s the only dancing you do that day.  Once you summit the steep learning curve and master the dances, you can put on your own music and get down for a good forty-five minutes of uninterrupted cardio.  The time flies by, and I find it so much more fun than slogging it out on the dreadmill.  Some of you will be horrified to know that I dance barefoot or with socks instead of sneakers because I find it strengthens the muscles in my feet.  (For more on this topic check out Born to Run by Christopher McDougall.)

I hate to say it, but Tracy Anderson’s Dance Cardio has improved my body, and mastering the routines did give me a bizarre feeling of accomplishment.  However, the quality control on this video sucks, there are several editing errors, mistakes with dance sequences, really bad music, blurry camera work, and inconsistent lighting.  Might I add she’s charging $30 a pop for these things?  Also, I have no confirmation on this, but I am almost positive this DVD was filmed at Gwyneth’s Hamptons estate if that sways you one way or the other.

The Tracy Anderson Mat Workout involves a lot of leg lifts and arm-waiving.  I get bored doing rep after rep of leg lifts, but if you can endure it, you will see results.  I have never been a Tracy Anderson purist in the sense that I limit my workouts to her “Method.”  My real passion is hot power yoga and I’ve consistently practiced in addition to using Tracy’s videos, among others.  In some ways the method has strengthened my yoga practice, but I worry about repetitive stress injuries with her high-rep-no-weight paradigm.

Between the two Mat videos, I actually prefer the Post-Pregnancy Workout which focuses on the core more than her traditional Mat Workout.  The Post-Pregnancy workout includes a challenging leg section, a relatively short arm strengthening sequence, and a long killer ab section.  I have never had kids and wouldn’t necessarily consider this video post-pregnancy specific.

In sum, Tracy Anderson will get on your nerves, but if you mute her and stick with it, these videos can change your body.  I understand she has three new videos coming out called Perfect Design Sequence and two new dance cardio DVD’s.  When I get my mitts on those I will let you know what I think.

RHNY Labor Day Tug of War

At the dinner with odd seating arrangements, Bethenny spread some juicy De Lesseps adultery gossip that she’s been waiting to strategically reveal.  Is Patrón sponsoring Ramona?  Two episodes, two Patrón product placements, coincidence or endorsement deal?  Nice cupcakes Bethenny.

Teatime with Rosie and LuAnn left no question in my mind why Rosie left “Mrs. D” and her grubby children behind in the Hamptons and took a better position in the city.  

LuAnn continually reasserts her perceived superiority with comments like, “This is a nice switch Rosie, I’m bringing you the tea now,” and “I have a new girl, so it is a lot of work to teach someone new how to do everything that you like them to do, so it is actually double the work.”  Bitch shut up and do your own God Damn laundry.

LuAnn literally chokes on the word divorce during her conversation with Rosie.  She mostly fishes for reassurance with needy questions like, “Do you miss us?” and “How do I look?” (Truthfully LuAnn, the prints are a bit much.)  To top it off, Ms. Manners then says, “You look good too, you kept your weight off.”

Jill did tell Ramona that she was calling on LuAnn’s phone, so Ramona should have considered that LuAnn may be within earshot.  Ultimately however, it was Jill’s responsibility to disclose to Ramona that LuAnn was sitting right there.  Thankfully, she didn’t, and we were treated to a rare, uncensored, honest moment.  I doubt anyone is particularly shocked that the Countess got down behind the Count’s back, but I am shocked and thrilled Ramona called her on her bullshit. 

Jesus, Bethenny loves Phillippe.  Is Jason Hoppy the East Coast Slade Smiley?  Is he sincere or did that move-in-together speech feel a little rehearsed and contrived?  Maybe I’m just cynical, but it feels like he’s trying to play white knight.  Without more information, I’m reserving judgment on Hoppy for now. 

WTF is Kelly wearing?  Are there shorts under there?  Why could the Playboy announcement not wait until after lunch?  The Countess is clearly concerned about her steaks.  Was that not the longest, most irrelevant prologue ever?  First off bitch, John Mayer was the big interview in that issue.  Second, Jill and/or the Countess would JUMP at the opportunity to do Playboy if asked.  Third, Noel can’t wait to jerk off at the very notion of Kelly in a MILF spread. 

Who would have thought we’d ever see LuAnn and Ramona fight over Silex?  The childish dispute erupted into a power struggle between the two camps with a bewildered Alex acting as the rope in Jill and Ramona’s tug of war, and Silex could not be more flattered with all the fuss.

Botox does not prevent marital cracking

Gretchen Barbie won best dressed, but for the first half of last night’s reunion the interrogation light glared harshly on Mrs. Barney.

I will never understand this controlling man shit.  I tell my man what to wear not the other way around.  Who is Simon to give fashion advice in that hideous blue shirt?  Simon was apparently attracted to her hooch style when they got together, so why try and change her now?  Clearly, Simon’s primary concern is what people think of him.  Since he views Tamra as an extension of himself, he tries to keep her under his thumb.

In a characteristically exploitive move, Bravo sent a camera crew to Tamra’s new apartment to get footage of her being served with divorce papers.  Tamra dances a divorce jig as her rapey-eyed son (thank you Michael K.) looks on self-satisfied that he’s finally rid of the wicked step-father.   Sidenote: between divorce and eviction, process servers were truly the unsung heroes of this season of the RHOC, no?

In Ramona Singer parlance, “kadooze” to Gretchen for calling out Tamra on the Life & Style spread.  Tamra mean-girled Gretchen terribly last season and now she’s rightfully getting hers.  I would even say Gretchen exercised some self-restraint during the first part of this reunion.  The Barney’s divorce is not a publicity stunt, but Tamra is not above exploiting her separation for more coverage.  Don’t get it twisted; press coverage is the name of the game for all these bitches.

Lynne looks like she’s in a wind tunnel, her skin may be tighter, but she doesn’t look younger.  Is it me, or did her plastic surgeon only succeed in enhancing her mental vacancy?  Lynne sounds dumber than ever on this reunion.  Watching her try to eek out an articulate sentence truly pains me.

Lynne’s girls are a lost cause.  You can’t start parenting your daughters at seventeen and nineteen.  Alexa and Raquel are vapid, selfish, stupid, immature, wasteful, and slutty.  Seriously, how repulsive were they in that eviction scene complaining about their hangovers?  When Alexa tried to sneak in late after curfew she looked like a train had just been run on her.

Alexis acts like a sanctimonious twat and looks like a woodland creature.  It is always the self-righteous ones that are the most hypocritical.  Word on the street is she’s been divorced and was unfaithful in her first holy union.  If Alexis is willing to trade her dignity for her “lifestyle” more power to her, and I ain’t sayin’ she a gold digga, but…..I doubt she’d be fucking 47 year old Jim absent his pawn shop empire.

One of the unexpected highlights buried in the fourth segment was the revelation that Gretchen now owns Jo De La Rosa’s music catalogue!  Jo and Gretchen used to be friends and there is no way she’s not livid that Gretchen owns her catalogue and her ex-fiance!  This strategic move makes me actually sort of admire Gretchen which has left me feeling deeply conflicted.

Overall, this group of housewives is the most cringe-worthy of all.  While some may have significant financial holdings, none has any intelligence or class.  The Housewives’ behavior at Fleur de Lys was so disgusting, rude, and childish, they might as well filmed dinner at McDonald’s.  Of all the Real Housewive incarnations, this profoundly stupid cast is the least compelling and the most offensive.

That said, I am truly hoping Jeana brings the fire in part deux!

AT LEAST THE DUFFSTER IS GONE

Welcome back UpperEastSiders, Gossip Girl returns with Chuck as queeny as ever, Blair lacking luster, and Jenny whipping up pharmy couture.

I can see Serena’s tights through her knitwear.  Has the Gossip Girl wardrobe department cut back on the Spanx budget?  The chemistry between Nate and Serena creates some much needed fire.  As two equally attractive people, their union rebalances the Gossip Girl universe.

Damn, the UES drug dealers truly provide top shelf service.  Darling, I’d like a side order of cookies with my Dolls too.  Foolish Lilly should have been suspicious at the mention of the word “cookie” since Jenny hasn’t actually consumed food since early 2008.

Channeling Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, Blair peaked pouting it up in a faux fur Russian hat, black silk romper, elbow length gloves, and knee-high fur trimmed boots.  Sadly, she took a sharp plunge style-wise when she inadvertently aged herself fifty years in that Barbara Walters sequin cocktail jacket and earrings unironically resurrected from 1989.

One of the many problems with this show is that it lacks overarching story lines which support a cohesive season.  Everybody makes up and breaks up within an episode or two so I’m never very invested in their mini-dramas.  And seriously, who goes to this many parties?  Every single week with the fucking galas, enough already.

I stick around for perfectly delivered lines like, “Way of the clog, an ugly wooden shoe that tried to make a statement then disappeared.”

Chance encounters with witty writing never lift Gossip Girl above mediocrity. Why bother with pesky writing when you can rely on the bewitching enchantment of Serena’s weave and rack?

SEPTEMBER ISSUED

It took me a while to see September Issue because of its limited wide screen release.  Finally, it has come to DVD.  I know a thing or two about Anna Wintour having read Jerry Oppenheimer’s biography and the Devil Wears Prada (well before its big screen adaptation I might add).  I follow her in the news, like when she gets a pie in the face from PETA or when the Milanese protest her travel schedule.

I am about to say something shocking– so brace yourself.

Anna Wintour has shitty style.

Yes, that’s right, I said it.  Go ahead and step to me.  She lacks vision.  Grace Coddington is an undisputed genius, and Vogue’s saving grace.  However in the movie you’ll see that Anna impedes Grace more than she supports her.

When Anna gives interviews and the topic inevitably turns to her icy reputation, she usually blames the perception on her “decisiveness.”  She makes decisions, yes, but are they good decisions?  Or in a world full of wishy-washy fashion types is she the only one that can drop the axe?  Or maybe those rumors about her and Newhouse have some truth?

If you are still skeptical, let me ask you this, when is the last time you read Vogue and actually enjoyed it?  I don’t mean flipping through it and looking at the fashion spreads, I mean read it.  Vogue lacks relevant or interesting written content.  Even the fashion commentary sucks.  Show me the luxury, the risk, the heart, the struggle!  Vogue reminds me of a really hot guy that just lays there limp while you fuck him.

Wintour largely surrounds herself with sycophants to Vogue’s detriment (paging André), but I enjoyed September Issue nonetheless.  After your September Issue moment, if you are really in the mood for an excellent fashion film, I recommend Unzipped.  After fifteen years, it still holds up.

The Really Fake Housewives of New York City

The new season three opener features Jason as Bethenny’s dog trainer, Simon pouting in the background with Johan and Francois, and a Count-less Countess. 2009 brought quite a few changes for the NYC Housewives and this season we get to enjoy the fallout.

We begin in the Hamptons at the end of summer; Jill and the Countess strut down the dock towards Ramona’s rented yacht. Ramona greets the girls over-enthusiastically in a gauze butt wrap. The “renewed” Ramona’s haircut looks budget and her eyes are crazier then ever. Alex is still surprised she’s invited, but her makeup looks better this season. She must have finally exhausted her pre-layoff Victoria’s Secret Beauty stockpile.

A rougher looking Countess, channeling all her misdirected divorce rage, confronts Ramona regarding Mario’s Count-less comment and Bethenny over last season’s surfing snark.  Later, when Kelly asks her how she’s doing after the divorce, her unresolved pain is palpable.  I think we can look forward to LuAnn totally unhinging this season as she has clearly not mourned the loss of her prestige.  How many times did she say, “My marriage of sixteen years?”

It seems like Bethenny already has her own show, she barely interacts with the other housewives at all this episode.  When talking to her assistant about Turks and Caicos, Bethenny seemed defensive.  Perhaps because deep down she knows she hasn’t been a very good friend to Jill or LuAnn this year?  Come on Bethenny, own it!

Bethenny’s totally enmeshed in Jason, but is trying to cover it with Vicki Gunvalson’s mantra, “I’m working, I’m working.”  Bethenny’s puppy-love saccharine persona comes off totally disingenuous.  When she says her relationship with Jason is “easy” why does it seem like she’s gritting her teeth?

Bethenny’s self-centered behavior aside, I’m not sure Jill’s expectations were realistic concerning Bethenny’s response to Bobby’s cancer.  Ditto with LuAnn’s expectation that Bethenny “hug” her during the aftermath of her divorce.

For the big finish, Bethenny drives two hours from Montauk to the Hamptons in her Skinnygirlmobile to meet LuAnn at a new tapas bar for a rescheduled drinks date.  The two attempt to distract from the thick tension with lame restaurant chatter before launching into tense crossfire.  The whole meeting felt forced, if they are both so busy and pissy at each other, then why bother?

This fight seems to be about something else.   At one point Bethenny says to the Countess, “We’re not great friends for a very specific reason.” These two don’t seem like genuine friends and probably wouldn’t even talk if not for this show.  So basically this entire scene is, to quote Frankel, “encased in something that is not true.”

I’ve been looking forward to this season, but I’m concerned it might be mired in the artificial constructs of forced relationships manipulated for the benefit of each housewife’s own commercial self-promotion.  And with Jill and Bethenny on the outs, will the show have any heart?

CLEAN YOUR SHIT

There is nothing I hate more than a dirty bastard so from time to time I will offer cleaning tips so you dirty fucks can get your shit together.  Trust me, you are filthy and you need me, so just relax and lean into it.  This one doesn’t even take any extra effort on your part.

Recently I began utilizing the “soak” cycle on my washing machine and I’ve noticed my laundry has been getting so much cleaner.   Soaking doesn’t require any additional water, it just gives the detergent more time to work.  I like to put the detergent, a stain-lifting booster or bleach, and the softener all in during the soak cycle and let it mingle for at least thirty minutes before switching the dial to agitate.  Spots vanish, whites brighten, and your clothes will smell better.

MY PEOPLE ARE NORDIC

In keeping with the vampire theme, I recommend Let the Right One In for your viewing pleasure.  Swedish writer John Ajvide Lindqvist authored the novel and screenplay about a young vampire girl who moves into the same bleak apartment building as a young outcast boy.  The film touches on themes of paranoia, mob mentality, young love, childhood torment, pedophilia, and revenge.  I recommend you see it before it gets adapted for a US audience later this year.  Allow yourself to enjoy this film before Hollywood ruins it for you.

VAMPIRE DIARIES, RICH MAN’S BUFFY

 

Truthfully, I was a little reluctant to watch Vampire Diaries because 1) 2009’s vampire over-saturation, 2) it stars the poor man’s Rob Lowe and the poor man’s David Boreanaz, and 3) I’ve learned not to get to attached to shows until it looks like they will get picked up for a second season.

Recently, I’ve been catching up on this little gem of a show and I’m really beginning to enjoy it.  I was pretty much sold at the first John Varvatos reference, but the show actually has a bit more to offer.  Kevin Williamson’s involvement promises wit and classic high school melodrama.  And the supernatural element adds a dimension of excitement and opportunities for creativity lacking in Williamson’s Dawson’s Creek.

I would like to give a special shout-out to Kayla Ewell who I remember from her days on Freaks and Geeks.  Good to see you all grown up girl!  Also, for you Whitley Gilbert fans, Jasmine Guy turns up as a Grandmother.  Yes, you are that old and yes, so is she.

In sum, this show is what Buffy wishes it was.  Try it, you may like it.   And if you do, note the gorgeous horse picture hanging above Elena’s bed.