As if I needed another reason to love Tina Fey

03/15/2010 at 11:28 am | Posted in Celebri-tastic, Reading | 3 Comments
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She had this to say, in the March issue of Vogue:

“I don’t weigh myself. I just go by if my clothes fit. I try not to participate too much in the incredible amount of wasted energy that women have around dealing with food. I just feel like being healthy is sort of a job requirement to be on TV, and being a writer is so much coping with fatigue and stress, and you just eat. You eat to stay awake.”

“People will say, ‘Oh, fashion magazines are so bad, they’re giving girls a negative message’—but we’re also the fattest country in the world, so it’s not like we’re all looking at fashion magazines and not eating. Maybe it just starts a shame cycle: I’m never going to look like that model, so…Chicken McNuggets it is! And conversely, I don’t look at models who are crazy skinny and think I want to look like that, because a lot of them are gigantic, with giant hands and feet. Also, my dad is an artist—a painter by hobby—and I constantly would see realistic nudes. Because we were raised around art and went to museums and the women I grew up around were curvy…there wasn’t this value on skinny, skinny, skinny. Curvy was clearly meant to be the winner. I go up and down a few pounds with a relative amount of kindness to myself. And I have a daughter, and I don’t want her to waste her time on all of that.”

Amen, sister.

The no-hate Oscar fashion recap

03/08/2010 at 12:48 pm | Posted in Celebri-tastic | 10 Comments
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Even though I totally missed my boyfriend’s awesome song-and-dance number at the opening of the Academy Awards last night and I only got to watch about an hour of the show, I enjoyed every minute. Even this awesomely awkward moment. And a blue Ben Stiller. And how amazing is Kathryn Bigelow?

My favorite part of the Oscars, like every other female in America, is the fashion. I love the outrageous dresses, the hair, the jewelry, the expertly taped boobs. Plus, can you imagine getting to wear one of those dresses? How fun would that be?

Scouring the best- and worst-dressed photo galleries is a ritual for me, especially with all of the fabulous entertainment and fashion Web sites out there.

And now that I have a blog of my very own, I can get in on the game!

So, I present to you the “good, better, best dressed” list (all images via this site). Because worst-dressed lists are mean. Even though I read them. And cringe. And, yes, laugh a little. Ahem.


When she walked out on stage, I was all, "huh?" But this dress translates much better on the red carpet, where you can really see the colors and layers. It's weird and fluffy, but I'm in the "loved it" camp.

Vamp-chic. And she's even smiling a little bit.


Gorgeous! And un-nerdy! Tina Fey rocks.

Flowy and patern-y and just plain lovely. I heart Rachel McAdams.


Hooray for color! And mesmerizing pattern! LOVE.

Stunning in every way: the hair, the bright lips, the gorgeous fit of the gown. Classy lady.

A television birth that’s (gasp) not all rainbows and sunshine

03/05/2010 at 4:27 pm | Posted in Celebri-tastic, Thinking | 5 Comments
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I have a rare free moment while Small Fry sleeps (thank you, antibiotics) so of course, I’m going to spend it here on the Internet rather than face my dirty carpet or even dirtier bathrooms. Motherhood has taught me to prioritize, y’all. Do more of what makes me happy. Cleaning can wait.

There. Guilt has been rationalized into oblivion. Moving on.

Last night’s episode of “The Office” has looped through my mind all day. Did you see it? Pam and Jim had their baby, and I really think it was one of the best episodes ever.

Aside from the fact that it was ridiculously funny (Michael having to wash his eyes after barging into Pam’s room during labor nearly made me pee my pants), the show depicted birth in a way not too common for Hollywood, which typically tends to gloss over the real stuff and portray a glowing mama and peacefully sleeping perfect baby.

I was so pleasantly surprised to watch Jim and Pam struggle to swaddle their screaming newborn. To empathize with insecurity over breastfeeding. To laugh over the delirious night-feeding that was oh so wrong. Even the portrayal of the hospital discharge was completely relatable: screaming baby, car-seat wielding dad, indifferent hospital attendant.

The whole thing was funny and touching and surprisingly real. And it ended beautifully, with a genuine triumph for mama and baby.

What did you think? Did you love it … hate it?

Grammy fashion: Oh no she didn’t

02/02/2010 at 3:54 pm | Posted in Celebri-tastic | 3 Comments
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Okay, so I have a confession to make. I love, love, love celebrity gossip. Can’t get enough. Especially the photos. I am a MamaPop devotee, and I try to stop by here each night before bed. Because “stars, they’re just like us.” Or not.

For instance, Gisele Bundchen just delivered a baby and said it didn’t hurt one bit! Without an epidural! Because celebrities don’t feel pain!

So since this is my blog and I get to do whatever I want in this space (which is hard for me as a rule-abiding perfectionist Virgo), I’m going to sprinkle in a little celebrity “news” every now and then.

Let’s start with this hilarious recap of Grammy fashion by blogger Lindsay Ferrier, who writes Surburban Turmoil. I laughed out loud repeatedly. You will too. Click on the image for her post:

And, hey, what are your favorite celebrity/fashion/gossip sites? Do share!

On why I need to stop buying People magazine

10/29/2009 at 8:41 pm | Posted in Celebri-tastic, Motherhood | 3 Comments

Celebrity gossip is my weakness. Not my only one, but definitely the most embarrassing. At the grocery check-out, I’m a sucker for a fresh-off-the-press copy of People magazine or US Weekly.

I faithfully read gossip sites and am known in my family as a repository for useless celebrity trivia. In fact, on a recent Sunday, I joined in the fellas’ football conversation (dad, husband, brother-in-law) by telling them about Terrell Owens’ reality show. They’d never heard of “The T.O. Show,” and boy, were they dazzled by that juicy tidbit.

But on occasion, this little interest obsession of mine can bite me in the butt.

Like yesterday, as I devoured the latest People magazine cover story on Nicole Richie and her new baby, in which Joel Madden said this:

“… it all piles on her. She is taking care of the kids, and it never gets to her. She doesn’t feel like she’s giving anything up — she is wholeheartedly their mom.”

Hmm. So we moms who sometimes feel overwhelmed by the enormous sacrifice required to raise kids are not “wholeheartedly” mothers?

And this, from Nicole, bugged me:

“I can’t say that I miss anything about my old life. I can’t imagine my life without my kids.”

Of course I can’t imagine my life without Small Fry, but there certainly are times when I long for some of the delicious freedoms of my pre-baby life. Like sleep. And going out with my friends. And sleep.

Also, Joel and Nicole add, their 2-year-old daughter prefers to eat vegetables and sings on key. Huh?

Talk about feeling inadequate.

That’s what I get for reading this stuff.

But, you know, every family and every baby is different. What’s been like climbing a mountain for me might be someone else’s cake walk. It’s just so hard not to compare myself to other moms. Even one who probably has a house full of assistants, nannies and personal trainers.

Next time I’ll just stick to the story about Justin Timberlake. Because a little JT makes everything better.

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