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Halloween is…what exactly?

I recently emerged from my surgeon-mandated Cocoon of Rest to get my eyebrows threaded savaged (more on that later). My life has been so boring of late that I try to put one activity on the calendar each day. And sometimes it’s something shallow like addressing my eyebrows.

Judge away.

I was the first customer to show up that day so I interrupted the brow lady’s breakfast. I sat for a moment and waited. This woman and her business partner, both originally from India, have been doing my eyebrows periodically for the past five years, and I didn’t have anywhere else to be.

Once she was done, I lay back in the barber-style chair and we started chatting.

“So what is this Halloween? I have lived here in American many years and I still don’t understand.”

“Hm. Well. Kids dress up in costumes. And adults too now I guess?”

I was totally uptalking.

I continued in a way that sounded a bit like “something, something…um, Day of the Dead in Mexico? And then there’s Santa for Christmas and a bunny for Easter! Wow, this is a strange country.”

I thought about showing her this picture of me dressed as a bunny for Halloween but then nothing in this world would make any sense ever again.

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In the end, I blame this bizarre conversation for the end result which I didn’t really notice until days later. Given the history, I thought she knew I still wanted a full, natural shape. Basically the eyebrow equivalent of a hair trim.

The result wasn’t as bad as the Ghosts of Eyebrows past, but they’re pretty skinny (for me).

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Oh! Another weird thing? I don’t know the name of either of the eyebrow women and after going there for five years, I feel like it’s way too late to ask.

 

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Things that are hard to explain to a Kenyan teenager

You may have read this list elsewhere. However, this is an edited version with new! exciting! items. OK?

Some things are hard to explain to Kenyan teenagers.

  • Skyscrapers
  • The subway
  • A dog as a pet versus one who herds cows, goats and sheep
  • A dog wearing a coat made for a dog

dog in a coat

  • Snow (which is how I ended up showing them the picture above in the first place)
  • Why I have pictures of food in my phone
  • Being child-less and husband-less
  • Not living with my parents (which is where Kenyan singles live)
  • Being an only child – polygamy is the norm, as are large families
  • Seamless.com
  • Same-sex marriage

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Confession: I hate texting

It took a recent NY Times article to force me to admit something. Two things actually.

First, texting is annoying. Like really annoying. I hate it.

This leads into the second thing which is that I’m officially old and Can’t Relate.

An excerpt:

“E-mail has never really been a fun thing to use,” said Ms. Judge, 19. “It’s always like, ‘This is something you have to do.’ School is a boring thing. E-mail is a boring thing. It goes together.”

That is a lie. Email has always been fun to use such as when, at age 23, I thought it was fine to email my college friends about my dating exploits using my work email address.

Incidentally, tomorrow is my birthday. I’m probably older than you. Be grateful.

Proof that I’m old: birthday pic taken with Polaroid camera sans irony.

Writing, culture, food

You already know I love food.

I assume you have figured out that I enjoy writing. Doesn’t everyone with a blog?

But culture…I can see how you might have guessed that my only culture was snark. Not true though!

If you’re not already familiar with my friend Monica Bhide, let me introduce you to this amazing writer, chef, teacher, wife and mother.* Monica manages to combine all of these wonderful things, and make a living from it.

Today, Monica’s new ebook “In Conversation with Exceptional Women” will be available for purchase for $4.99 on BN.com, Amazon.com and other ebook dealers. Fifty women participated including @ruthreichl, @carlahall, @padmalakshmi and @VivianSchiller.

*Also author, engineer, world traveler and so many other things.