Girl Crush of the Week: 90′s Models

I’ve been noticing a theme on my tumblr lately. It’s a Kate Moss theme sprinkled with other 90′s models, actors and actresses looking good compared to what they look like now. The 90′s were a magical decade. There was good music, great TV shows, awesome movies, and cool fashion. And everyone seemed to be doing well in that decade. The economy was okay. Bill was happily cheating on Hilary. Life was good.

Okay so first of all Kate. Kate Moss wasn’t your typical model. She wasn’t tall. But she made up for it in super skinny-ness and being uber photogenic. Her face eases my soul for some reason. She’s just so flawless.

There’s also Cindy Crawford. I like her, she always modeled beautiful clothes and she had a great head of hair. But ugh that mole. How hard is it to remove it? Not hard at all. I know it’s like her trade mark and everything, but why would she want to be known for having a facial mole?  But I’ll forgive and try to forget it. *shudder*

I really like Christy Turlington’s big smile. She always looks so happy. Happy girls are the prettiest girls. Isn’t that something that would be on Pinterest written in pink script with a random landscape background? Yes.

I’m also a fan of Linda Evangelista, Carla Bruni, and Naomi Campbell (but mostly just for the phone throwing). There were so many great faces back in the day–it’s overwhelming. 

Lastly, I have to give an honorable mention to a young Milla Jovovich. She had such an awesome youthful lion’s mane back then. And her blue eyes. Gorge!

Who are your 90′s crushes?

 

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The Groupon Debacle

Remember the days before Groupon where we had to buy everything full price? Or just not buy anything at all because we didn’t have any money or friends? Yeah those were the days. Now it feels like there’s a deal for everything. I’ve used Groupons for discounts on food, manicures, surfing, hotel rooms, and many other random things that I wouldn’t purchase on my own unless they were a really good dealio.

But sometimes Groupon is tricky. Let’s say you get all excited and buy a super cool discounted movie ticket (or something equally as dumb), print it out, put it somewhere for safe keeping, and then wait for the next time you want to see a movie. You end up dragging your spouse to Monsters University and you forget the Groupon that could have saved you some money. You tell yourself that you’ll bring it next time. But you forget again and again until the deal expires and you actually end up wasting your money. Sucker! Groupon gotcha!

One time my husband bought us a Groupon for a restaurant in town called Sauce. What a stupid name. Anyway, every weekend we kept telling ourselves “Okay we have to use the Sauce Groupon” until one day we walked past Sauce and it was closed. Like, it went out of business. Luckily Groupon refunded our money, but still. I really wanted to use that coupon.

Perhaps the worst Groupon experience I’ve had as of late involved the purchasing of hair tools. It was an amazing deal–spend $15 and get $115 worth of product. SUCH A GOOD DEAL, RIGHT? Wrong. I bought the Groupon and went to the website to buy a new curling iron, only to find out that nothing was cheaper than $200. Groupon got me big time. Or at least that hair tool company did. I could have just left my mistake alone and realized that I wasted $15 dollars, but I just went for it and bought a crazy curling iron for like $89 bucks. FML.

So children, I ask you to do your research. Learn from my Groupon mistakes. And don’t let your husband buy a tandem kayaking Groupon without your consent. If you don’t hear from me in the next month, I probably died by drowning in a flipped over kayak and an orca whale bit my torso off.

Men With Earrings

The other day I was in the movie theater with my friend getting ready to watch The Internship. I was trying to enjoy my Milk Duds and also wondering if my friend would move seats with me if the women behind us kept talking as loud as they were. When all of a sudden a really weird Mr. Clean commercial came on.

It showed Mr. Clean as an animated baby (he grew up on a farm–who knew?!) and his journey through life with his passion to clean. Like, are these really the advertisements that companies are paying for? And why do we even have commercials at the movie theater? I hate the world so much.

Anyway, I couldn’t help noticing Mr. Clean’s earring. Has he always had that piercing? I was alarmed that I never noticed it before. Would it be too extreme if the reason I don’t buy any Mr. Clean products in the future is because I feel uncomfortable with his look? Like, he had to consciously take a break from cleaning his family’s farm, go to Claire’s piercing studio in the mall and get a gold hoop earring. For some reason I can’t picture it.

It’s really convenient that his last name is something he loves to do.

Then I started thinking of other grown men who sport a single earring that I’ve lost all respect for. Off the top of my head I thought of Harrison Ford. I remember him being in a People Magazine spread with Calista Flockhart laying in the grass, looking awkward as hell. I remember my parents laughing at the couple and how malnourished Calista looked alongside Harrison who seemed to be going through some sort of midlife crisis. Hence the earring.

I also immediately thought of Bruce Jenner. Poor, sad, Bruce Jenner. I had lost respect for Bruce before I even knew that he was a respectable person. I mean, he’s the only one out of the Kardashian clan who has actual talent. That being said, he makes bad choices along with the rest of them, including but not limited to: plastic surgery, flying remote control helicopters, marrying Kris Kardashian-Jenner, wearing a single earring.

I think Bruce gets mixed signals though because I’m pretty sure Rob Kardashian wears an earring and so does Lamar Odom (his step son-in-law). But it’s different because Rob is young and Lamar is black so they can both look cool doing pretty much anything.

What are your thoughts about men with earrings?

Save It For Later

It’s hard to pick a favorite song. The song “Save It For Later” by The English Beat could be one of my top favorites. Something about the composition of the tune and the easy way the deep vocals flow puts me at ease.

Oddly enough, “Save It For Later” has also become my motto in life. So join me. Stop what you’re doing, save it for later, and listen to the new wave melodies of The English Beat with me.

The Naked Bike Ride

Yesterday, I was just minding my own business at Starbucks when I heard some ruckus down the road. Before my brain could process what was happening, I thought to myself, “Hey those bike riders look like they’re naked.” And hey, guess what? They were.

I witnessed The Naked Bike Ride. I wasn’t prepared to see floppy boobs and small penises during my Starbucks outing, but I guess it was my lucky day. There was even someone ballsy enough to roller-blade (yay?). My husband and the rest of the Starbucks diners were laughing and giggling and Paul leaned over and said to me, “Only in Victoria.”

Naked Bike Ride Victoria

Turns out Victoria wasn’t the only lucky spot in the world. The Naked Bike Ride occurred all over the place! Cities throughout North America and Europe have participated in the Naked Bike Ride. Riders decorate their bodies with paint and other materials, or just go naked. Personally, I think riding a bike with clothes on is painful enough around the groin area, so why would anyone want to subject themselves to the harsh seats of bikes without any protection?

Because they want to be noticed, of course! The Naked Bike Ride isn’t just for shits and gigs (at least, lets hope shits aren’t involved). They’re around to raise awareness for various causes. I think the first bike ride took place in British Columbia in 2003 where the riders simply rode for peace. The ride this year was to protest against oil dependency and in favor of sustainable transportation.

I’m not a big awareness gal. Like, if people try to stop me on the sidewalk to talk about random causes where they need my support and money, all of a sudden I’m “in a huge rush!” The only thing I really care about is helping animals. That being said, I totes respect the naked riders because I definitely couldn’t do that. A lot of the girls were wearing undies though. Why were the men so eager to get naked but the women will only go halfway. Go big or go home, right?

Did you see any naked riders in your neck of the woods? Were you scarred for life or did you love it?

Ancient Chinese Secret, Huh?

It isn’t any secret that I like pampering myself.  And by pampering myself, I mean giving myself special treatments, not putting on Pampers diapers and just chillin’. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t any confusion as to what I meant, but some of my readers are pretty weird so I figured it was better to clarify.

Last night I gave myself a relaxing night in featuring some oriental trinkets that I picked up in random China towns and in…umm…Florida. So you know they’re super legitimate and the real deal. Don’t judge.

I started my regime by grabbing my kimono style robe and throwing my hair up in a messy bun. The good thing about having short hair is that it’s always messy so my bun was actually a regular bun, but with short hair. Years ago, whilst browsing the different robe options and patterns, I was most drawn to a black, knee length (floor length is like, too intense for me) item decorated with pinkish/red cherry blossoms and birds. It’s super chic. And it was made in Japan. (Come to think of it, most of the things I’m going to mention have been made in Japan, but I couldn’t think of a good title with Japan/Japanese in it besides “I’m Turning Japanese” which is actually kind of gross.)

Kind of like this but not the exact same.

Next, I took out our cool tea set that we spent a long time picking out. My husband and I wanted a teapot, but we thought it would be even cooler to purchase an oriental teapot with matching cups. Ours is a pretty sea foam color with beige brush strokes on the cups. The handle on the teapot is wicker and it just sets the scene perfectly. I wish I knew who made the set. There’s just a Japanese symbol on the bottom of the pot and cups sooo yeah. I haven’t the slightest clue who made them.

I grabbed my tin of black Chinese Tea and scooped some into the tea strainer. Is that what those things are called? Tea strainers? That sounds wrong. Also, let me just note that I would’ve used a bag, but I like having the option of loose tea. It feels more traditional. Now if only I had someone to read my tea leaves.

Feeling super relaxed and super Asian, I lit some incense. I have two different scents to choose from: flowery lotus, or masculine cedar wood. Lotus relaxes me more whereas cedar wood makes the place smell like campfire. Naturally I chose lotus and it definitely helped ease my soul.

That night I also happened to bring home sushi for dinner and ate it with these really cute chopsticks I bought. As you can see, I was quite thorough with this theme. Ramen is also a quick, Asian style meal possibility that would fit with the flow of the night.

By the end of my rituals I was feeling extremely relaxed and zen. I was only missing a bonsai tree. And a Saki serving set. And a silk fan. And a Mikimoto pearl necklace.