Archive for March, 2008

Hot Like Me

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

I have beautiful, amazing, incandescently glowing and mostly clear skin, and I try really hard to get it that way. Skin is totally important to me. I don’t wear a lot of makeup, and so I rely on my healthy appearance to get me by. It isn’t easy, especially when you are pushing 40 as hard as I do! My makeup look is basically no makeup, only red lipstick (and maybe a little bit of a darkened eyebrow), because I always want to look like a French-Vietnamese exchange student cutting class to meet my much older inappropriate lover (very Marguerite Duras inspired), and this look requires perfect skin to pull off.



Whenever anyone says, “You have gorgeous skin!” I say, “Yes, that is because I work it from the inside out.” I drink a lot of water. Like not even a cute amount. I am always drinking it. At the gym, not only do I have a bottle in my hand constantly, I also drink out of the water fountain and out of paper cups out of the arrowhead dispenser when I walk by it. I drink and drive – water that is – but I never leave a plastic bottle in the car because the plastic supposedly leaches chemicals into the water. I don’t know if this is true, but it just tastes like ‘plastic tea’ which is creepy anyway so don’t do it. I drink big gulps of water in the shower, which some might think is gross but I don’t care because I have perfect skin so fuck you.



I really love tap water, not just here in LA but everywhere. Sydney has excellent tap, as does New York City. The only places I have had a problem with tap water are New Delhi and Mexico City. Everywhere else is cool. Water is the best beautifying agent. If you drink enough of it, it will make you beautiful and gorgeous and perfect. I drink more water than anyone I know. I really like to go to restaurants and get big ice waters, not wine, not vodka, not Diet Coke, not coffee, not bottled water, just big ice water from the tap with a lemon wedge. I rely on water for everything I need drink-wise. It is the best thing you can do for yourself. This of course means I am forever going to the bathroom. I drink it every time I think about it. I am totally one of those middle aged Hollywood ladies who carries her water in a net bag slung across her body. Please drink as much water as you possibly can, if you want to be hot like me.



Travel Troubles

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

I just got back from Australia, which is really very very far away. Getting back was a lot easier than getting there, for some reason. On the way there, we went from Philadelphia to LA, then from LA to Auckland – which is a long ass flight. No wonder Bjork beat that guy’s ass! I would have opened up a big can of whoop ass on anyone trying to take my picture after that flight. Finally, after a long layover, I flew to Sydney. I somehow missed my ride from the airport so I changed some fairly worthless American dollars into Australian dollars and took a cab to the hotel. There were no rooms available so I had to wait about 5 hours for one to open up. By this time I hadn’t slept for about 72 hours and I was OVER IT! I had been talking to this poor Japanese girl at the desk who had a big “TRAINEE” pin next to her name, and she had tried and tried to get me a room all day, to no avail. I sat in the lobby, smelling exactly like balsamic vinaigrette salad dressing, feeling totally out of it for half a day, just waiting. I couldn’t even read or listen to my ipod or watch anything. All I could do was stare, I was so tired. Finally, at about 3pm, which was official hotel check in time – when they were required by law to have my room ready, I walked up to the desk and asked my TRAINEE, “Do you have my keys?” and a pinched looking British woman said, “Please.” I turned to her and I said, “It’s ok. She’s my old friend. We’ve been at this all day.” And the TRAINEE looked at her and bowed and giggled in that cute Japanese girl way. The woman said, “I don’t care. It’s still ‘Please.’” I was so mad I almost hit her. I have never come so close to actually hitting someone in my life. My hand actually clenched into a fist! I really had to take a deep breath and calm myself down. I did all 12 steps in my head, then asked myself, “What would Jesus do?” my heart was beating super fast and I unclenched my teeth and my fist and I said, “Thank you for reminding me. I am so tired I am forgetting my manners.” Then she said, “I understand. We are all a bit stressed.” Ah… international incident averted!