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I promised you a comprehensive review of Arbonne’s RE9 range, and by now I’ve used the products consistently enough to fairly assess the situation. Let us start at the beginning of the recommended regime with the Smoothing Facial Cleanser. The Smoothing Facial Cleanser is a creamy one-pump face wash that suds when agitated with water. I’ve been using it with my Clarisonic and it works well enough for removing makeup. It isn’t overly drying, but it does burn my eyes. For a company that purports to be “natural,” there’s a lot of multi-syllabic mystery chemicals in the formula. Final Letter Grade: C. Profoundly mediocre with an unpleasant burning after sensation. The Regenerating Toner is one of the most surprising and underrated products of the bunch. The high-end spray bottle dispenses a gentle and refreshing citrus-infused mist. Even though most people think toners are useless additions to an already bogged-down regime, they can be valuable opportunities for depositing another layer of active ingredients on the skin. Final Letter Grade: B+. A delightful 30 second trip to the orange groves. Who doesn’t love a serum? Serum is like pizza – it’s hard to fuck up. Intensive Renewal Serum is light and penetrates quickly. It doesn’t have the heavy silicone feel of many other serums. My only complaint is that when used alone I need several pumps. To extend its reach, I mix it with a moisturizer. Final Letter Grade: A-By far my least favorite product of the pack is the Extra Moisture Restorative Day Creme. If this stuff gets in my eyes, they erupt in redness and a waterfall of tears. Final Letter Grade: F. Harsh Sauce.I’d characterize Arbonne’s Night Repair as a decent mid-level night cream with a number of beneficial ingredients including peptides and Vitamin A. It is decently rich and healing even for those with dry skin. Final Letter Grade: B. One of the few products that doesn’t set my eyes afire is the Corrective Eye Creme, and thank goodness for that. This is an above average eye cream that provides temporary visible results overnight. It softens, smooths, and pampers the tender, sensitive under-eye area. I enjoy that it isn’t as heavy as many eye cream formulas. Final Letter Grade: A-. Arbonne offers some highs and lows with the RE9 Advanced collection, but my feelings can be summarized as follows. First, I find their “green” and “pure” claims rather dubious. For a “natural” product line, I have an unnatural sensitivity to the products. Second, not one single product stands out as cult-worthy. Which leads us to number three, none of these products are fantastic enough to put up with the relentless hounding of the Arbonnettes. Ultimately, there isn’t a product in this spread that can be obtained elsewhere in a cheaper and more natural form. Ordering from Arbonne with all their schemes just isn’t worth the trouble.
After devouring the Amanda Knox memoir, I was curious about Raffaele’s point of view recently published in Honor Bound: My Journey to Hell and Back with Amanda Knox by Raffaele Sollecito and Andrew Gumbel. The quick-read fills in some interesting details not included in Knox’s book. As an Italian, Raffaele explains the procedure and legal processes with a homegrown understanding. He includes the wranglings and strategies of his legal team which offers a great deal of insight into what he and Amanda were up against in the Perugian witch hunt.Raffaele is an unabashed romantic in the knight-in-shining armor sense. I believe him when he says he didn’t remain in love with Amanda after his incarceration, but he displayed great courage and honor by remaining committed to her even when selling her out could have meant his own freedom. It was clear they wanted American Amanda. Had he co-signed on her participation in the crime, the authorities would have let him go. Yet he remained steadfast in her defense even though he was housed almost entirely in solitary or with special population sex offenders and faced enduring indefinite captivity. Unlike Amanda’s self-involved memoir, when Raffaele mentions a fellow inmate, he includes the man’s charges. These small details make Sollecito’s account richer and more satisfying. The reader immediately understands how truly unprepared the foppish Italian-flavored Harry Potter doppelgänger was for harsh realities of prison. To put it in context, his idea of the ultimate hero comes from Sailor Moon. I knew a boy like that once. He rode his moped to my house to lend me his well-worn copy of Akira. Much like Sollecito, he was a sensitive, intelligent, harmless dork. Raffaele served a rough, dangerous, and dirty stint which understandably hardened him.
If for no other reason, Honor Bound: My Journey to Hell and Back with Amanda Knox by Raffaele Sollecito and Andrew Gumbel is worth reading because Raffaele states very simply and clearly what he believes happened that night to Meredith Kercher. I won’t spoil it for you.
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How come nobody teaches guys to file their nails? Most guys I know either: 1) bite their nails, or 2) wait for them to grow long and then clip them off super short with sharp snarly edges in an occasional, but violent episode. (g-sus please GO OUTSIDE for those aggressive clipping moments).
Many men could benefit from a nail filing tutorial. Just explain it in terms of sand paper and most won’t put up too much of a fuss. You will need to carefully instruct him on proper technique. Once they get the hang of it, most men readily take to the grooming ritual.
If you are sick of hearing the constant gnawing of fingernails in the background, explain that shit is nasty and then hand dude a file.
Luckily lately, I’ve been on the receiving end of a number of kind gestures. I’m seeing someone new (Hi Ty). He opens EVERY door. He doesn’t make a grand show of it, and he doesn’t just do it when other people are watching. That said, you should see the jealous looks of the lady onlookers and the shame-drenched expressions smeared across the faces of their discourteous mates when he gallantly walks out of his way to my side of the car and gently guides me inside. Last weekend in Chicago, The French Pastry School’s newest intern, my dear friend Michael, walked me back to my hotel late-night style even though it was out of his way. Before you chalk it all up to unabashed pussy collecting, let me stop you there. He’s gay, in a committed relationship, and could give a fuck about my puffed pastry. He did it because he is kind and gracious. If you are a certain kind of man, it’s just what you do.
In the spirit of graciousness, let someone ease your burdens and seize opportunities to ease the burdens of others. In a hate-filled and spiteful world, shock others with good old-fashioned courtesy.
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