10.21.2004

Where to Meet Men

Everyone knows men met in bars are best left there. Women's mags tell you to go instead to the laundromat or a cooking class to meen men, but they have it all wrong. First of all -- guys who use the laundromat have one thing in common: they're too broke to suck it up and buy a W&D. And cooking classes -- well, those are a good place to meet other women, not men.

But fear not ladies, because I'm here to help. Although I am blessed to have a wonderful man in Garron, I realize that many of you out there are still looking for that special someone. And I know the perfect place to find him: Home Depot. How do I know this? Because I am a new homeowner, and thus have been spending a lot of time at said store. And I can tell you, the place is positively crawling with attractive men.

There are two Chicago-area Home Depots I suggest hitting, and the choice you make depends on the kind of man you are looking for. The HD on North Ave (just before the highway) is open 24 hours and is the busiest in the city. It's where all the contractors shop, so you are likely to find a lot of men who are in the business. (There are also a lot of Winnetka men who stop there on their way home to pick up items for their yards, given this HD's close proximity to the Kennedy, but I'd stay away from them -- most men in Winnetka are already married.) I know some of you may be thinking that a "construction worker" is not what you're looking for, but the key point is that most contractors are business owners, and that, my dears, is a good thing. Also, there is something undeniably sexy about a man who can fix and build things. It's just so.... well, manly! The other HD I suggest is the Lincoln Park branch, on Halsted next to Guitar Center. The typical customer there is a yuppie, who lives in LP and just bought his first condo. This guy is responsible enough to have saved a down payment, which means he's probably also responsible enough to save for a diamond! Just kidding! But seriously, he is willing to take on a project himself, rather than just pay a minion to do it. This shows initiative and financial responsibility.

Once you identify a HD customer you'd like to chat up, how you reel him in also depends on which HD you are at. I can state with complete certainty that there are never any cute, well-dressed young women in the North Ave store -- the only women around tend to be frazzled housewives. All you need to do in that store is put on some cute jeans and lipglass and stand in the middle of the main aisle looking confused. Within seconds, you will have men lining up to show you where hardware is! The men at the Halsted store tend to be a little less sure of themselves -- when your day job involves sitting at a desk, a hammer and nails can be a bit frightening. A good tactic there is to look confident and assured, and then offer to help the man. (A quick skim of any of the thousand self-help books located near the registers should be enough to give you a few talking points.) For those that are really bold, HD offers tons of opportunity to pepper your conversation with sexy double entendres (e.g., a certain emphasis placed on screw, nail, tool, or other key words).

If I haven't convinved you to give HD a try, then there's always this to consider: my college friend Natalia is currently employed as a sexy Hollywood soap star. She spends her days kissing hot guys for the General Hospital cameras and getting paid for her. But where do you think she got discovered? Yup, you guessed it -- while working as a cashier at HOME DEPOT!!!!!

10.20.2004

The Poncho Madness Must Stop

Unless you've been living under a rock, you've noticed the poncho craze that's sweeping our city, and indeed, our nation. They're everywhere! You can't walk into a single Starbucks in Lincoln Park these days without seeing some young lass struggling to balance her Kate Spade purse, her fat-free muffin and her double skim latte with the severely-restricted condition I like to call "poncho arms." This illustrates the first problem with the poncho: it makes even the simplest of daily tasks ridiculously hard. (Garron -- who hates ponchos much more than me -- actually sent me a link to online mag Slate, which published a great article last week chronicalling the condition and debunking other poncho myths.) More importantly, these things are just ugly. But don't take my word for it; I offer photographic evidence of some truly hideous ponchos (is there any other kind?):


Here's Leeza Gibbons of Entertainment Tonight looking just awful (although she did get her lipstick to match her poncho!).


Courtney Love, embarrassed that she has actually been caught on camera in this poncho (note the difficulty she is having balancing her Frappucino and sundry other items with the notorious "poncho arms").


Oh Lenny, and to think I used to find you sexy!!!



This poor model shrunk her poncho in the wash, and now it won't fit over her head! Too bad, because she looks cold.

Anyway, my growing hatred for ponchos reached a climax last week when I walked into Walgreens at North and Wells and saw that they are now selling "lace" ponchos for $8.99. It had just gone too far, and at that moment, I knew I had to do something. Unless you're pregnant (in which case the poncho can be a useful form of bump camouflage), you have no excuse for wearing an item that Sears.com proclaims "this year's must-have fall fashion item."

I bought up as many of those damn ugly Walgreens ponchos as I could, and took them to a party I threw at a bar on Friday night. I then doled them out to all my friends (Mia won't let me publish the picture -- it's too frightening). I figured that when confronted with a bunch of ponchos en masse, the ladies of Chicago would be forced to take a look and really see for the first time how ugly and unfashionable the poncho is.

Unfortunately, my plan failed miserably. We hadn't been there five minutes when a girl walked up and complimented us on our "super cute" outerwear. "Where did you get those?" she asked. "I've been looking for one just like that."

Arrrgggghhh! I may just have to hide under a rock until this is all over.

10.14.2004

In Defense of (the old) Dragonfly

I am sorry Ms. Mia, but you simply have no idea what you are talking about. First of all -- that is ME in that picture below! And I was eating with Genevieve and two of her friends at the OLD Dragonfly, right when it opened and some society pages photographer grabbed our picture. I don't know where you got that picture from, it is ages old -- probably Metromix put it up as the "new" Dragonfly -- they would do something stupid and wrong like that. Anyway, I have never been to the new Dragonfly, because it's on West Randolph street and I don't do that scene. But the old Dragonfly was quite nice as a restaurant/lounge, not a club. And they had fabulous lemon chicken which they would deliver to my house. Also, my brother's girlfriend is Asian (Thai) and I took her there and she LOVED it.

Methinks the Lady Doth Protest Too Much

Okay boys and girls, it's time for everyone's favorite game: "WHO SUCKS THE MOST IN THIS GROUP OF LADIES*?"
*term used loosely


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Here's what our contestants had to say:

Anna Nicole: Well, y'all, I most certainly do not suck. For one thing, I went on Trim Spa, which made me sexy again (ignore strange flappy skin on my underarms, I'm gonna get that takin' care of soon as I find a good doctor). And I married a super-wealthy really old guy, which shows I am smart (not to mention RICH!!!). And I had my own TV show, which proves I am both talented and interesting. Finally, I did a lot of drugs but have made it through, making me both real and inspirational. Top that gals!!!

Courtney Love: Listen bitches, I am the least suck chick on the planet. You wanna talk drugs, AN? You wanna talk real? I'm still on the drugs! Screw "inspirational," I'm edgy! You wanna talk "talented?" I've parlayed my dead first husband's (maybe you've heard of a guy named Kurt Cobain???) legacy into a kick-ass rock-star career! And I used my second husband (you know, only a minor actor by the name of Edward Norton!!!) to get into the movies -- anyone seen the Larry Flynt movie??? Plus, I've had tons of plastic surgery, that's why I look so fabulous.

Avril Lavigne: I don't suck, I swear...because, because... I'm edgy too! Yeah! I'm dating that guy from that rock band (no one's really ever heard of him, but he's really a punker, I swear), and I told off Joan Rivers at an awards show, and I tried pot once, and I always wear lots of thick black eyeliner! I'm talented too, I'm a really good dancer, see? And, and...
Okay, you're right! (sob!) I can't compete with you girls. I do suck!!!

10.13.2004

Lonely? Desperate? Free on Friday night?

Are you a lonely, desperate, slightly crazy gal with a bit of a bitchy, competitive edge that will do anything to get on TV and loves "making out" in hot tubs? Then this event is perfect for you!!!


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ABC is recruiting for yet another season of its hit "The Bachelor" right here in Chicago this Friday. Just think of the possibilities that await you -- a good-looking, relatively smart, only slightly gay-acting man with a better-than-average job who might propose to you (or at least buy you a one-way plane ticket!) after you spend a whopping total of 15 hours together and have sex in a "fantasy suite." What's not to love?!?

Still not convinced? Well then, just consider the fame and fortune of those other Chicago gals who've made their way on the Bachelor. First, there was Liz Terzo. You remember her, right?
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She didn't get picked by her man, but she did get a lot of attention for being desperate and crazy. She gets recognized everywhere she goes. I know, because I personally recently recognized her -- I saw her yapping on her cell phone while maneuvering her oversized SUV out of the Mag Mile Norstrom parking garage, and she nearly mowed down a family of Mexican immagrants. Livin' la vida loca, that Liz!

But more importantly, who could forget dear, sweet Jen Schefft? She ended up engaged to that hunk Andrew Firestone:
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Jen traded her average LP trixie lifestyle (unglamourous p.r. job affording barely enough income to maintain her blonde highlights and a single Kate Spade wristelet, tiny Lincoln Park apartment shared with five of her closest friends) for a life of travel, wine, guest apperances (on Oprah! on GMA!) and a tiny San Fran apartment to share with her man and his closest friend (okay, there is some ambiguity there). So what if it didn't work out? She also got to date BILL RANCIC!!! (who Mia recently spotted at Tilly's, and yes, he is that cute.) And she was recently chosen as the new bachelorette, so she will have her pick of 25 more only-slightly-gay-acting men to make out in a hot tub with! How can she lose? How can you? Sign up now!!!!

10.12.2004

Denial Is More Than Just a River In Egypt

Okay, so check out this picture:



Know who it is? Probably not. That's because it's KATE WINSLET. Yup, you heard me. She's unrecognizable, isn't she? Hmmm...is it airbrushing? Weight loss? Good lighting? Or serious plastic surgery?

Well, we can definitely rule out plastic surgery. Why, you ask? Because here's an excerpt from the profile of Ms. Winslet in this month's Bazaar:

"[U]nlike some of her contemporaries, Kate is resolutely opposed to Botox or cosmetic surgery. 'I would never do it,' she says firmly. 'I'm really enjoying getting older…. As an actress, I want to be able to really show the expressions on my face, and if I paralyze one part of it, then I can't do my job properly.'"

And we all know no one in Hollywood would ever lie about plastic surgery. Then again, here is a picture of Kate from a movie she did in 2001:



I say again, hmmmm...

Reason to vote democrat.


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