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I’ve been waiting for the dust to settle on this season of The Real L Word. Romi, Whitney, and the boring baby couple are back with a bunch of new bitches. After the first two episodes, Whitney’s already wifed up with Sara. Sexually indiscriminate Romi’s predictably returned to riding dick. I’m not even sure I like this show anymore. Kiyomi and her Hunter Valentine lead singer syndrome, dunno about all that. Some asshole in Colorado gave us another good reason not to go to the movies. We don’t get too political here at DC, but with instances like this latest mass shooting, gun control remains more of a logical issue than a political one. Human beings aren’t responsible. We keep demonstrating this. And before you get all 2nd Amendment on my ass, let me ask you. What about my right to attend a public function and not get shot to death? With great freedom comes great responsibility. That said, movies like We Need to Talk About Kevin teach us you don’t need guns to go on a killing spree. A fucked-up person will find a weapon if there is intent to destroy. Let’s not turn this into a gun control debate when the issue is actually much deeper, more sinister, and cuts to the very core of what it means to be human.Loyal readers may have noticed a shift in the posting schedule. The internet service is less reliable in my current abode. Posts will be regular, they may just come at different times. I appreciate your patience with change. Check back often and you may find a surprise. Got any requests? Those of you who have written lately, I hear you! I’m behind. I love you, and I’m not ignoring you. I’ve stuck to my pledge not to buy any new cosmetic or beauty products. It feels really good to hit the bottom of a bottle and recycle it knowing I’m depleting my hoarder stash, reducing waste, and getting the most out of the investment. I’m really learning what products I love and what I can do without which is another great angle to this resolution. I’ll tell you what I’m for sure going to miss when it is gone – Obagi Professional-C Serum 20%. A few weeks ago I reported preliminary satisfaction with this product and my affection for this super-effective serum has only grown. It legitimately improves skin texture and fades discoloration. From my view, it is one of the few pricey serums that warrants a splurge.
In honor of Michael’s family anniversary trip, today we do Disney.
What the fuck is the deal with the decorative towels? Can someone explain this fug phenom to me please?Daily readers know, last weekend I went to the Telluride Yoga Festival. Saw Ralph Lauren’s ranch while I was there. Major. Telluride is major in many ways, but that’s a story for another day. And I do have a story about puffing on the gondola and then having a pushy Texan wedding party come crashing into our little hot box. But today we are talking towels; specifically, decorative towels and what purpose, (if any) they serve.I stayed at a friend’s in-laws. Possibly awkward to begin with right? Well we rolled up to their 2 year old mountain home and our host showed me to my quarters – a single fold-out cot set up in the office. No problem, I’m not a snob. Some curtains or blinds on the windows would be nice for privacy, but the sleeping accommodations were adequate, and let’s face it the price (free) was right.
The hostess provided a diminutive hot pink polyester bath towel. One small towel for 3 nights. No washcloth. No hand towel. Then I’m shown to the bathroom and I see at least a dozen decorative towel sets layered on three different rods. A large bath towel, a hand towel, and a washcloth were stacked 2 to a bar all around. Since the host pointedly provided me a different sad little towel, I assumed these towels weren’t for actual use. So what’s the fucking point of having towels that no one ever uses? Ask me if the bathroom in this million+ dollar home was clean. No it wasn’t. In fact in the two years it has existed I wonder if it has ever been properly cleaned. Nasty. I’m not asking for much, but clean the goddamn bathroom for crying out loud. I’d rather be poor and tidy than rich and filthy. Is that why they call it filthy rich? If you are one of those matchy-matchy mutherfuckers, I ask you to reconsider the useless decorative towels. Towels are meant for absorbing water off the body, not for gazing at reverentially as if they are priceless art. It’s a fucking towel. If you host a guest for three days provide the following at minimum: 2 large bath towels or bath sheets, 2 hand towels, and 1 or 2 washcloths. They should preferably be white, soft, clean, and fluffy cotton.
We’ve discussed Matt LeBlanc’s surprisingly delightful Showtime comedy Episodes before. For me, Myra in particular stands out and deserves more air time. Recently Wendy, played by Scarlett Rose Patterson, dominates every scene with her nihilistic slacker hipster intern attitude. She read the contents of a fruit basket, and it was sublime. It’s in her deadpan Valley delivery. Keep an eye on this one. She’s funny, clever, gorgeous and can act – a rare combo.
Do we like what Raf is creating at Dior?Is this a house that suffers under the weight of its own iconic history?Can an institution be reborn?Do we appreciate the return of the pointy shoe?Do these models look extra miserable?
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