Caliente!

I bought some new shoes. I feel like quite the foxy little mama. I even kept them on yesterday while SexyBeast and I engaged in some afternoon delight!

I also chopped off all my hair. At first I was really upset w/ myself. I was worried I was going to look like a boy or worse yet like my mother or some middle aged biddy. I grumbled for a few weeks, lamenting. All the while, SexyBeast telling me "It's hair, it'll grow back."

To refresh my loyal viewers memories, I have been trying to lose my huge overgrown gut. And while I'm miiiiiiiiiiiles away from my goal, I've have felt more svelte. Then I was inspired by a documentary on VH1 (the old people's music channel) called Lords of the Revolution: Andy Warhol. LOVE LOVE. And prancing along my screen comes Miss Edie Sedgwick and her short ass hair. God almighty what a style icon. Super short hair, black fringed eyes, super short dresses and fishnets. Got my Halloween costume. Now I just need the body. Plus I picked up the latest issue of Bust magazine and Oscar winner and dive extraordinaire Diablo Cody was gracing the cover...... along w/ her new short 'do.

Pretty sexy, no?

Who's got the Crack?

I have a little spring in my step, which quite strange as I have a head cold that won't quit and had a looooooonnnnnnggg ass day at work. I owe it all to Ms. Kimya Dawson. Like most Americans I never listened to her or many other projects (Moldy Peaches, Antsy Pants, et.al.) until the Juno soundtrack came out. (see an older post re: Michael Sera) She's quirky and smart and complicated. I admire her song writing style, they may sound like nursery rhymes but they are so textured and full of joy, pain, angst and everything in between. She's kinda like that kid you went to high school with that completely off beat and reveled in it.


You know what else I love about Kimya, she's totally not a conventional beauty, however, there's something haunting and graceful about her. Plus, she has the world's chubbiest, happiest baby named Panda.

I'm kicking myself for not going to her show to support The Albany New School but as I remember, I was running on empty that particular week and I had already spent my hard earned bucks on going to a screening of the Joe Strummer documentary. Joe is number one in my book. Please keep yr eyes peeled for an upcoming Clash post. Not to mention the show was mid-week. Kimya please I'm an old lady that has to work for a living, keep yr shows limited to the weekends.

Gotta go and finish off my day w/ a bottle of Nyquil.

What did you call me?

BITCH! Hee, it's fun to do that. 'member when bitch was such an offensive word then it became socially acceptable. Well, my favourite independent magazine has fought very hard to reclaim that word.

I heart Bitch magazine with every fiber of my being. The articles are passionate, interesting and provocative. Plus they give the skinny on all the latest koolest bands, books and websites you never get to hear about in mainstream mags.

I also love that Bitch features no fashion spreads. Not that I have anything against clothes ( i'm a major clotheshorse but a bargain hunter) But I do feel irate at Glamour and Elle for showcasing the latest Marc Jacobs ensemble on an anorexic zombie. Sorry I can't fucking afford $200 for a pair of shoes and I certainly don't want to compare myself to a 1000 ft tall 90 lb model staring listlessly from the glossy pages at me.

My only complaint about Bitch is it can take itself a little too seriously sometimes. Lighten up, will ya? I'm allowed to wear makeup and be a feminist at the same time.

With enough readers and support from people like you, one day Bitch will be available monthly instead of quarterly. One day.....