a few disjointed thoughts on beauty

i’ve been waiting to write this post until i could tie these ideas together into a masterful essay, but i just can’t. so here is a numbered list.

1) isn’t it cool to be a woman? I mean, our capacity to look fabulous is exponentially greater than a man’s. I mean, they can wash up and shave and put on a nice suit, but we can get totally glammed out and go from normal to totally hot.

2) a few times i’ve been on the metro and seen a woman who i thought was just beautiful and i knew she didn’t know it, but i didn’t say anything. why is it so hard to tell another woman that she’s beautiful? one of my goals in life is to say that to a stranger. maybe right at my stop.

3) isn’t glamour and ardornment an interesting concept? There’s this strange phenomenon about it. Today I went to a fancy furniture store in my wrinkled khakis, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt–with no makeup. The sales associates barely looked at me. Other times I’ve gone to the mall in heels with mascara on (it’s magic stuff) and commanded attention from the staff of several stores. Why is that? I have a few friends who aren’t especially beautiful, but who have great makeup and hair and accessories and people think they’re hot. it’s so strange! I think glamour and adornment communicate confidence. Someone said that putting on makeup and shoes are like dressing for battle in the realm of snagging a man. not sure i agree, but it seems like it’s a necessary part.

4) thanks to my dear friend talitha, i have a much wider appreciation for beauty beyond the american celeb model (fyi: long hair (preferably blond), skinny, a narrow nondescript nose, a huge smile with perfect teeth, a tiny chin, open eyes with sculpted brows, trendy clothes, a tan, etc.). i can now look at people from all over the world and appreciate their ethnic features and unique coloring. i love thinking about beauty that transcends region and culture. God made us to all look different and i want to appreciate that. T–can you provide the link to the worldwide beauty pagent?

mm, that’s all for now. i welcome your comments.

best quotes of the week

“Shoot–nobody wants to grow up! I’ve been dreading this since I was four! That’s 20 years!”
– a fellow fellows alum

“What’s your 5-hour training on tomorrow?”
“Eloqua, blah database freaking management blah blah blah”
– my roomate with the boring job

“I Kissed Dating Goodbye is just like communism–the best ideas on paper, but they just don’t work in real life”
– a former joshua harris worshipper

…more to come

go ahead, add me to white whine. today was a little rough.

i’m short, right, i mean, petite, so the world is a little too big for me. specifically, my suit pants which i never got hemmed are a little too long, so my heels are a little too high. they’re a little high, but my feet also don’t fit quite right so my feet slip in them, just a teeny bit, so i have those gripper gel things, but today they got all bunched up in my toes.

my portfolio is also just a little too big so that when i put the shoulder strap on or carry the handle at arms’ length, my precious 16×20 presentation boards brush the ground. so i have to have my arm curled just slightly.

also, today it was sunny and hot. and my cheap (free) black sunglasses fit well except for when i have a little perspiration, then they slide down my nose. today they threatened to slide off my face. i stopped them with the hand that wasn’t grasping my portfolio.

that hand was often full of my wallet, carried in to my interviews without a purse because a purse is too much to manage just in case the application asks for my drivers’ license number and because i was metroing and needed my card.

so there we have it. too tall slippy shoes, too big portfolio sliding sunglasses, an overstuffed wallet and some perspiration just to make things interesting and stuffy inside my tailored grey suit.

i was going to write a poem. instead, i just whined in prose. too bad. it could’ve been a real winner.

both interviews went well.

an open letter to my immune system

my dearest T-Cells,
I am truly grateful for all of the work you’ve done to keep me alive.  I know you guys work hard to identify and destroy any foreign infections and I’m really grateful.  However, I’d like to clear up a little misunderstanding: the myelin sheath around my brain and nerves isn’t a threat.  It’s just there to keep the electrical signals flowing through my nerves right.  I know, myelin is tasty, but, it’s really time to stop eating it.  I need it so my hands and feet will work.  If you let me know where the misunderstanding started, I’ll clear it up, but for now, just go back to fighting the bad guys.
Sincerely,
the rest of you