Engagement and wedding
Main article: Wedding of Prince William, Duke of Cambridge, and Catherine Middleton
The newly married Duchess of Cambridge and Prince William, Duke of Cambridge on the balcony of Buckingham Palace.
Prince William and Catherine Middleton became engaged in October 2010 in Kenya, East Africa, during a 10-day trip to the Lewa Wildlife Conservancy to celebrate William passing his RAF helicopter search and rescue course. Clarence House announced the engagement on 16 November 2010. The couple married in Westminster Abbey on 29 April 2011, with the day declared a bank holiday in the United Kingdom. The wedding was watched by a global television audience of over two billion people.
Following international attention regarding the wedding, Lifetime aired a TV movie entitled William and Kate on 18 April 2011, in the US. Catherine was played by Camilla Luddington and William by Nico Evers-Swindell.TV programmes were also shown in the UK prior to the wedding which provided deeper insights into the couple's relationship and backgrounds, including When William Met Kate and Channel 4's Meet the Middletons.
Public appearances
Catherine was formally introduced to public life on 24 February 2011, two months before the wedding, when she and William attended a lifeboat naming ceremony in Trearddur, North Wales. On 16 February 2011, Clarence House announced that the Duke and Duchess' first royal tour of Canada
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Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
It's Not Easy Being A Girl
They say the truth hurts, but I'm here to tell you that beauty hurts more.
Not natural beauty, of course--but the kind of beauty that we ladies pay good money for and for which we subject our bodies to various torturous devices and garments. Here's my list of things that women use that are seriously painful, but we do them anyway... all in an effort to look pretty. Feel free to add any that I may have missed in the Comment section!
"Comfortable high heels" is a total oxymoron, yet when special occasions arise we wedge our poor hooves into unnatural positions, crunch our toes into narrow leather restraints, and put undue pressure on our lower backs... all because.... well, why do we do it? Because it's expected of us, sure. Because legs look stumpy when you're wearing flats, definitely. Some women want to look taller, but as a 5'7" "giant" that was never the case for me.
The older I get, the less inclined I am to suffer for fashion. When I shoe shop I become a bit of an old lady, uttering previously-unheard of phrases like, "That heel is too skinny for me," and "Does this come in Wide?" I'm seriously one step away from throwing in the towel and getting a pair of these beauties:
Long, lush lashes are something that we all strive to achieve. There's a multi-million dollar industry built on the fact that women will smear everything from beeswax to bat crap on their eyelashes in order to make them darker and longer. On special occasions I've been known to rock some false eyelashes, and while I love how they look, I do NOT love the process of applying them. You have to put glue on them, you see, and then get them in just the right place on your eyelid, which isn't easy. Then you have to hold them there until they dry, and you can almost guarantee that they will start to come off at some point... which is a weird look.
But you cannot deny that for certain occasions, nothing but long black eyelashes will do:
It's a well-documented fact that I own several pairs of Spanx (and other corset-y, suck-you-in undergarments), but the truth of the matter is that Spanx suck! They don't make you look thinner, they just smooth out your lumps and fat rolls and relocate them to other, weirder places. Sure, they can make your lumpy cottage cheese ass look less lumpy and cottage cheesy, but they will not eliminate the junk in your trunk. Only diet and exercise will do that... and we all know how I feel about those.
Since I'm not a Hollywood celebrity I have very limited experience with hair extensions, however recently Mala tried hers on me and I have to tell you... they may look amazing, but they hurt like a mofo! The clip-on kind (like Mala has) are little comb/clip things that fasten onto your hair at the roots, and when all is said and done you're left with a very heavy head of hair that once belonged to a cash-strapped Indian woman and is now clipped painfully to your scalp. Every movement of your head reminds you that they are there; and they're not just heavy... they hurt.
The permanent extensions are even more expensive and even more painful, from what I've heard, so every time you see an actress go from short to long seemingly overnight, know that they're lugging around a few pounds of paid-for locks that are probably hurting their skulls with every nod and shake of their heads. Jennifer Aniston, who is known for her gorgeous head of hair, admits to being "addicted" to hair extensions and to losing a lot of her real mane as a result of using the extensions so much.
Clearly, I'll put up with a lot in order to look as fabulous as I can on special occasions. Between the above examples of vanity and the fact that girls are well known to be terrible bitches throughout adolescence, I can say without hyperbole that it's not easy being a girl!
What do you think? What did I miss?
Not natural beauty, of course--but the kind of beauty that we ladies pay good money for and for which we subject our bodies to various torturous devices and garments. Here's my list of things that women use that are seriously painful, but we do them anyway... all in an effort to look pretty. Feel free to add any that I may have missed in the Comment section!
High Heels
I've written before about high heels that have ruined my night, and I stand by my theory that high heels were created by a misogynistic sadist whose quest to torture women just happened to produce something that also makes our legs and asses look fantastic."Comfortable high heels" is a total oxymoron, yet when special occasions arise we wedge our poor hooves into unnatural positions, crunch our toes into narrow leather restraints, and put undue pressure on our lower backs... all because.... well, why do we do it? Because it's expected of us, sure. Because legs look stumpy when you're wearing flats, definitely. Some women want to look taller, but as a 5'7" "giant" that was never the case for me.
The older I get, the less inclined I am to suffer for fashion. When I shoe shop I become a bit of an old lady, uttering previously-unheard of phrases like, "That heel is too skinny for me," and "Does this come in Wide?" I'm seriously one step away from throwing in the towel and getting a pair of these beauties:
False Eyelashes
Long, lush lashes are something that we all strive to achieve. There's a multi-million dollar industry built on the fact that women will smear everything from beeswax to bat crap on their eyelashes in order to make them darker and longer. On special occasions I've been known to rock some false eyelashes, and while I love how they look, I do NOT love the process of applying them. You have to put glue on them, you see, and then get them in just the right place on your eyelid, which isn't easy. Then you have to hold them there until they dry, and you can almost guarantee that they will start to come off at some point... which is a weird look.
But you cannot deny that for certain occasions, nothing but long black eyelashes will do:
Spanx
It's a well-documented fact that I own several pairs of Spanx (and other corset-y, suck-you-in undergarments), but the truth of the matter is that Spanx suck! They don't make you look thinner, they just smooth out your lumps and fat rolls and relocate them to other, weirder places. Sure, they can make your lumpy cottage cheese ass look less lumpy and cottage cheesy, but they will not eliminate the junk in your trunk. Only diet and exercise will do that... and we all know how I feel about those.
Hair Extensions
Since I'm not a Hollywood celebrity I have very limited experience with hair extensions, however recently Mala tried hers on me and I have to tell you... they may look amazing, but they hurt like a mofo! The clip-on kind (like Mala has) are little comb/clip things that fasten onto your hair at the roots, and when all is said and done you're left with a very heavy head of hair that once belonged to a cash-strapped Indian woman and is now clipped painfully to your scalp. Every movement of your head reminds you that they are there; and they're not just heavy... they hurt.
The permanent extensions are even more expensive and even more painful, from what I've heard, so every time you see an actress go from short to long seemingly overnight, know that they're lugging around a few pounds of paid-for locks that are probably hurting their skulls with every nod and shake of their heads. Jennifer Aniston, who is known for her gorgeous head of hair, admits to being "addicted" to hair extensions and to losing a lot of her real mane as a result of using the extensions so much.
Clearly, I'll put up with a lot in order to look as fabulous as I can on special occasions. Between the above examples of vanity and the fact that girls are well known to be terrible bitches throughout adolescence, I can say without hyperbole that it's not easy being a girl!
What do you think? What did I miss?
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Gigolos, Taxes, Wax, & Donkeys
Yes, folks, this post is about all of those things. Buckle up.
What's shaking in Blogland, my lovelies? I'm having a nice, quiet day at home today. I should be working on a few on-going projects, instead I'm cruising the internet and finding little gems like this one:
Clearly, it's shaping up to be a productive 4/20!
Speaking of 4/20, this date is significant to me not because it's all about the good chit, but mostly because today is the day that I became a mother for the first time eight years ago. That's right, I had a baby on 4/20, which is further proof that the Universe has a fantastic sense of humor.
Anyway, here we go.
Just a Gigolo
Last week I was falling asleep on the couch to United States of Tara when the sounds of televised sexy times awakened me....
WHOA! I'm awake!
It's called Gigolos, it's about five straight metrosexual male escorts in Las Vegas, and it's juicy. Not only do they show the guys hanging out, working out, drinking, and generally one-upping each other, but they also show them on their "dates," and holy cow! The sex is brief but graphic, and... well, yeah -- I am wiggling my eyebrows suggestively at you right now.
What surprised me most is the types of women who seek out the company of these male prostitutes. (Oh, sorry - escorts.)
Most of them are extremely normal and not awful looking, which shocked me because since when do average women have such a hard time getting laid that they need to pay for it? Especially in Vegas? Please. But I guess these ladies (and couples) are looking for something specific, with no strings attached...? IDK. The guys themselves are interesting characters too -- each have very different styles and personalities. There's the bleach-blond, tanorexic douchebag, the tattooed, rather dense bad boy, theschmaltzy sensitive dad who works to support his kid, and the educated, seemingly-"normal" guy. Something for everyone!
So, there you have it -- THIS exists.
Tax Season
Hallelujah, it's over! My office was maddening all month.
Wax on, wax off
My most recent Oddee article contains photos with a few familiar faces! I was actually able to use some of my very own pics of us molesting wax figures, so take a peek if you get a chance.
Fun stuff. :)
I *heart* Toby Turner
"Must...have...peanut!"
Okay, that'll do for now. Have a groovy day!
What's shaking in Blogland, my lovelies? I'm having a nice, quiet day at home today. I should be working on a few on-going projects, instead I'm cruising the internet and finding little gems like this one:
Clearly, it's shaping up to be a productive 4/20!
Speaking of 4/20, this date is significant to me not because it's all about the good chit, but mostly because today is the day that I became a mother for the first time eight years ago. That's right, I had a baby on 4/20, which is further proof that the Universe has a fantastic sense of humor.
Anyway, here we go.
Just a Gigolo
Last week I was falling asleep on the couch to United States of Tara when the sounds of televised sexy times awakened me....
WHOA! I'm awake!
It's called Gigolos, it's about five straight metrosexual male escorts in Las Vegas, and it's juicy. Not only do they show the guys hanging out, working out, drinking, and generally one-upping each other, but they also show them on their "dates," and holy cow! The sex is brief but graphic, and... well, yeah -- I am wiggling my eyebrows suggestively at you right now.
What surprised me most is the types of women who seek out the company of these male prostitutes. (Oh, sorry - escorts.)
Most of them are extremely normal and not awful looking, which shocked me because since when do average women have such a hard time getting laid that they need to pay for it? Especially in Vegas? Please. But I guess these ladies (and couples) are looking for something specific, with no strings attached...? IDK. The guys themselves are interesting characters too -- each have very different styles and personalities. There's the bleach-blond, tanorexic douchebag, the tattooed, rather dense bad boy, the
So, there you have it -- THIS exists.
Tax Season
Hallelujah, it's over! My office was maddening all month.
Wax on, wax off
My most recent Oddee article contains photos with a few familiar faces! I was actually able to use some of my very own pics of us molesting wax figures, so take a peek if you get a chance.
Fun stuff. :)
I *heart* Toby Turner
"Must...have...peanut!"
Okay, that'll do for now. Have a groovy day!
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