Category Archives: Chick stuff

The end of the Letterman era. Who’s next?

Letterman is retiring. I think it’s for the best. He used to be so lively and fun.

Via David-Letterman.com

Now? Cranky, sometimes mean.

On one hand, I hope women are in the mix for the new host of Late Night.

Very much so.

On the other, it’s a very specific career path. If you’re good at it, you hold the post for the rest of your active career. If you’re bad – rather, if ratings aren’t stellar – you get replaced and your image takes a hit.

Via Wikimedia and NBC

Why would someone like the awesome Tina Fey set herself up for that while also potentially limiting her ability to work on other projects like television show development and films and best-selling books?

Via THR

Johnny Carson occasionally had guest hosts cover for him. Reruns are the worst. Who wants to sit through, say, Russell Crowe promoting Noah months later?

Is it time for the talk show model to change? If so, how?

Update: Ellen would be perfect for this. 

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I want Botox

Just a little.

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Right between my eyebrows.

Crop

I generally feel fine about how I’m aging. But that crease near the start of my left eyebrow has been bugging me recently.

One thing holding me back? Spending money frivolously. Kenya is $$$$.

Have you tried Botox? Good experience/bad experience?

Obviously these are my PRE Brazilian Blowout pics.

No class (Part 1)

I have no class.

No fitness class, that is.

I have them in that I belong to a gym. I just skip them.

Why? I think it started as a rebellion against the years – fourteen years – rigorous, time-consuming dance study I did.

ballet bun

By high school, I averaged six classes per week, spread over the course of three days. Mostly ballet including pointe but also jazz, tap and helping with younger kids’ classes. In the month leading up to a performance, the time commitment would typically double.

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I bought ‘em: Bussola Trapani boots

I got these boots at DNA in Williamsburg. My mother will hate them.

What should I wear with them?

I almost bought these Steve Madden boots before spotting the Bussolas. The Steve Madden pair was a little cheaper, but far less comfortable. Plus I preferred the extra buckles.

What will you be buying for fall?

You can keep your low-rise jeans and your jeggings

Clearly Gap doesn’t read my blog. If they did, they’d know how I feel about jeggings. At my age and all.

I don’t wear jeggings. I have tried them on and felt like an anatomical model.

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Time to put away childish things

Me, quoting the Bible? I KNOW.

But it’s the only appropriate phrase I could come up with for this post.

In recent years, I have been blessed [ha!] with great storage space, much more than is normal for city life. These are two of my four closets in my present apartment.

The issue is that I have expanded to fill the space, all while doing a bit of unfortunate expanding myself. Stupid thirties. As a result, I have too many pairs of expensive jeans that no longer fit occupying under-the-bed boxes stashed in various parts of my apartment. The closets are full.

I hung onto the jeans, figuring I’d get my act together and lose the weight.

Here’s the thing: I neglected to account for the fact that as I inch closer to forty, low-rise jeans would be the last damn thing I wanted to wear. It’s hard to remember how or why I ever wore jeans with a six or seven inch rise. Also, some of the jeans are white.

Those days are over. Good riddance, youth.

[PS If you're young, thinner than me and might want to buy some Citizens of Humanity and 7 for All Mankind jeans cheap, email BadChicklette at Gmail]

Is it that hard to find a single, professional 40 year old man?

In a word, yes.

I knew that from my own experiences, but a recent Jeff Probst Show repeat drove the point home.

Jeff had chef and TV personality Devin Alexander on the show to test the skills and approaches of three different matchmakers. Devin is beautiful, successful, apparently personable, 41 years old and apparently needs help in the dating and relationship department.

I can relate.*

*Note: I am not calling myself beautiful, successful, personable or 41, only likening myself to her in the SEND HELP sense.

One matchmaker set her up with a 29 year old man (!) who works in the spirits industry. Career-wise, it’s perfectly legitimate but what 41 year old relationship-seeking woman is going to be psyched to date someone whose job essentially requires him to be out most nights?

There’s also a big difference between 29 and 41 for most people – not all – with regard to life experiences.

Another matchmaker brought in an attractive man who appeared to have a nice demeanor, almost a little shy. I believe he was a tech entrepreneur. He was also 34 years old and lived in Buffalo. Yes, Buffalo.

Is that where the eligible men are hiding? If so, guess I’ll be staying single.

No offense Buffalo.

The return of Bridget Jones

Color me excited.

Each week for the Twitter Spotlight, I ask a participant for his or her favorite literary character. Some are highbrow. If I were being interviewed, my answer would almost certainly be Bridget Jones.

Working Title productions owns this image, not me

I love her as an imperfect heroine.

Do I dare to hope the new book will be good (or at least a guilty pleasure)?

The new book comes out October 15 – just one day before my birthday.

Hint, hint.