Recently Laurie posted various product recommendations. She followed up with a disclaimer that beauty product recommendations best be tried at places with no-questions-asked return policies. My immediate reaction? HAHAHA. I have totally made her A LAWYER, adding disclaimers to crap, avoiding liability! HAHAHA. I’m sure she will hate that, as she has no love for lawyers, save me.
p.s. When I tried to paste in the link to Laurie just now, I pasted in “Prior restraints on the freedom of speech require a showing of special societal harm.” Leftover CTRL+X from a practice test. That I failed. F–king bar prep. I CANNOT ESCAPE YOU.
Anyway, the first week of studying for the bar has not been fun. I called my doctor dad yesterday to ask if I was dying because my legs were so swollen. He told me no, it was just because I was sitting down for 10 hours a day. I’m sure this will do nothing but enhance my reputation as the family hypochondriac, but whatever. At least I wasn’t calling him to tell him that a 2-inch quadrangle on my lower left shin seemed numb. Like last month. Jeebus. I swear, I am a GROWN WOMAN (not too grown, 5’2″, but the SundayUndies family bones fuse early), but you wouldn’t know it.
Also, quick aside, related to bones, as part of my undergrad anthro major I took Osteology, which required that I be able to side bones. I got the only B of my college career because my severe challenges in spacial relations prevented me from ascertaining WHICH DAMN SIDE, left or right, a bone fragment belonged to. No degree of squinting and/or contortionism to position fragments along my own body — despite my classmates’ extreme amusement — helped. Nonetheless, to this day, I LOVE to point out your occipital, frontal and parietal protuberances. It brings me no small amount of joy.
Your zygomatic arch is not the point of this story, however. I was going to talk about Brand. Brand loyalty.
I am a sucker for brands, once they work for me. It’s shaming, this lemming loyalty, but Martha Stewart, whatever you will say about her, has never once failed me. My new paint job? Martha at Lowe’s. My favorite magazines? Martha and mini-me Martha, Blueprint. My Mac ‘n Cheese will always be Martha’s, especially after it staved off my sister from suicide after the 2004 elections. And I can’t tell you how many products I have purchased after seeing them in her magazines or shows — she rarely attaches her name to anything not of quality.
There are a few other brands that I hold dear.
Anything by method. Not petroleum-based, unobtrusive packaging, available at Target. The Trifecta of Awesome.
Chronicle Books. Has never done me wrong, bringing me the Bad Girl’s guides, Stuff on My Cat, and the Stich-It Kit, which I will, after the bar is over, complete.
Any alcoholic beverage produced by Francis Ford Coppola. Just last entry, I professed my love for his line. His wines are not always amazing but often are, and are ALWAYS reliable to bring to parties. Not to mention, HELLO!, champagne in cans, the perfect accompaniment to a picnic.
BarKeeper’s Friend. Dude, it cleans my bathtub, my silver (two candlesticks from my mother + one pair earrings = total acquisition of silver to date, I AM SO POSH), my stainless steel sink and pans, my stovetop, EVERYTHING! Delicate yet firm, much like tuna.
Anything from the Alterna Hemp line — for you wavy/curly-haired maidens like me: the texturizing glaze, volumizing spray-in conditioner, and spray shine.
Also, OK this next one is not a brand per se. Much like there are only certain types of slander per se. Did you know that? No? Me neither! This is why I created my own mnemonic device to remember slander per se‘s varietals:
Business or professional experience
STDs and leprosy
Moral turpitude crimes, AND
Fornication by a lady)!
Suck it!
What do you think? No one can fail the bar with a mnemonic device like that, right? The “suck it” is not exactly part of the device, I just add it for emphasis. BS, MoFo, suck it!! Can you tell I hate studying for the bar?
Anyway, I’m not familiar enough to love Orly as a per se rule, but have NEVER EVER EVER received more compliments on my toe color than I have with my current shade — Passion Fruit, part of Orly‘s Hot Neons collection.
Men, women, children, my cats (I can tell, really!), they love it. I would include a pic of what it looks like on my toes, but as I mentioned above, all this sitting has my legs looking like I’m suffering from a mild case of elephantitis, so I’d rather not share a pic of the sausage casings that pass for my toes nowadays.
And oh, what the hell, a couple more:
– Rough Guides
– Touchstone Pictures, 1986-1991
So that’s it! My brands, my loyalty to them, my descent into madness. Courtesy of the California bar. BS, Mofo! Suck it!
p.s. I continue to accidentally delete comments in trying to delete comment spam, I’m sorry. After the bar (my mantram now, apparently), I am going to upgrade and eliminate this problem. I am also going to drink a lot. And go to South America for a month. But that is neither here nor there.