‘beauty’ Category

28 July 2008

I’m a petite little ball of rage

By: Jessica B.
I always wanted to be a superhero but unfortunately my alter ego isn’t as cool as Batman or Supergirl. My alter ego’s name is Rage Girl. It’s like the female Hulk, but minus the green skin, bulging muscles and no top thing.
My alter ego used to come out only when I was horribly anal retentive and OCD in high school and college, but since I graduated and moved out on my own, she only comes out on certain occasions now, like during customer service incidents or working with vendors.
It may be hard to believe but I’m overall not an “angry” person. Funny and sarcastic, yes and yes, but angry, no. I just have a tendency to overreact sometimes and “make a mountain out of a mole hill.” I get hormonal – deal with it.
Since my BlogHer-Girls Gone Touristy adventures last week, I’ve been a bit more tired than usual as I ease back into my routine. This has lead Rage Girl to come out more than normal in a given period of time.

Recent Rage Girl appearances –

Ask before taking

Last week on the plane back from San Francisco, I zonked out pretty much right away once we were in the air. Four days of little sleep and a two-hour time difference will do that to me. The woman next to me was flying from San Fran to Chicago to New York to Oslo, Norway (good lord what an awful flight) and was already obnoxious on the plane before we took off.

After a nice little nap, I suddenly woke up, in a panic (over nothing at the time) during the flight and noticed that the new Vanity Fair magazine I tucked away in my seat pouch was gone. Panicked, I started looking for it, unsure how it vanished, when the obnoxious woman turned to me and said…

“Oh was that magazine yours?”

“Yes, where is it?”

“I thought it was there for everyone so I took it” (she takes the magazine out of her backpack)

“Well yes it’s mine, how about before you steal things you f*cking ask the person first?” (Rage Girl is now talking)

“I’m sorry, you were asleep”

“Yeah well do you see me dig through your stuff and assume it’s for everyone? No I didn’t think so” (I take the other magazine out of my pouch while saying this and stuff it in my bag again)

Summary: She probably thinks Americans are totally crazy.

Eyebrows gone bad

My love of Nordstroms is not hidden in my little blog. If I could make out with Nordstroms, I would. It’s a beacon of joy and happiness in my life, where racks of purses and shoes make me smile and take all my cares away.

A few months ago I went to the Nordstroms Spa at a friend’s suggestion for eyebrow waxing. I can’t maintain my own eyebrows (I’m plucking deficient) so I met a woman named Amy at the Spa and now she’s my “girl.” Unfortunately, Nordstroms has an issue with my last name because they can never find me in the system as a client. Why? I have no idea. 

On Thursday, I called to make my post-San Fran appointment and spa attendant told me I was not in their computer system, which can’t be true because I’ve gone there multiple times. 

When I challenged her on this, giving her multiple ways to search for me, last name, phone number, etc. she became defensive and told me that I was “wrong,” which immediately brought out Rage Girl and I demanded to speak to a manager. When the attendant said no, she and I continued to argue and Rage Girl got very upset and started yelling (so embarrassing.)

The woman continued to tell me I’m wrong, which lead to me swearing and hanging up the phone in a huff. 

Summary: Now my happy place thinks I’m a raging, psychopathic b*tch.

Fortunately, I did speak with a manager, who was very apologetic about the situation and was able to resolve the situation. And now I get a free eyebrow wax and they threw in a coupon for a free meal at the Nordstroms Cafe and Coffee Bar for me too. I said thank you and apologized for Rage Girl’s actions. I usually end up having to clean up her messes. This was almost as bad as the whole “belt incident” at Nordstroms too that Liz had to step in to regulate on.

So that’s me, at time a petite little ball of rage. Maybe I’ll develop another super human power, like flying or X-ray vision. Fingers crossed.
Anyone else have superhero powers or an alter ego?
Reader note: Thank you to everyone who commented yesterday on the Newsweek article about accepting money from your parents. I really enjoyed all of your comments and totally agree with you all. And welcome to all the new visitors that commented as well!

19 May 2008

Beauty hurts – duh

By: Jessica B.
Tagged: beauty
I admit it, I’m a sissy when it comes to beauty. I’m slightly vain and I can’t handle the pain that beauty sometimes entails. And no I didn’t mean for that to rhyme.
I bring this up because Friday I went to Spa Nordstrom’s to get an eyebrow touch up before the wedding this weekend and my Eyebrow Girl (which is what I’ll refer to her as) told me I was a sissy when it comes to waxing. And sadly, she is right. Actually I’m kind of a sissy about anything beauty and pain-related.
Now in my defense, I have very sensitive skin so my skin hates the wax more than normal. When I left my appointment on Friday and met up with my friend Ryan, the first words out of his mouth were, “dude what happened to your face?” Touching. And Eyebrow Girl made this comment after tearing a particularly large piece of wax off the skin just below the eyebrow, so that is already sensitive. And I’ve mentioned before how bad I am at simple beauty rituals like plucking my eyebrows so waxing seems to be my only option to keep them under control. It’s an abusive relationship.
But moving along, the recent waxing incident reminded me of the simple phrase that my stepmom reiterated to me when a hot cocktail dress was cutting off circulation in my chest, “beauty hurts.” As a girl, I can absolutely say, yes it does.
I’ve suffered for beauty, especially when you live in the city where everyone is beautiful, beautifully dressed and put together. You find yourself obsessing about mani/pedi’s, getting a wax touch up and making sure you don’t leave the house without some kind of make up on. And now I am a follower. I’ve done the highlights fed through the shower cap with the crochet hook (yes it’s painful), waxed, had plantar’s warts removed with needles before sandal season and worn shoes that look hot while walking to the printer but hurt for about 20 minutes after.
I declare my sissiness for beauty pain proudly. Friends who wax more than me, tease me about this because I sound like such a “newbie” and say, “well if your feet hurt, wear the comfortable shoes!” They are right and this pain is brought solely upon myself but it’s nice to be all made up sometimes and have that newly “cleaned up” feeling. So I just bring the aloe lotion for my eyebrows, slap on some Band-Aids for the feet and take a deep breath to get into the dress, all in my fabulously highlighted hair.

12 May 2008

Tidbit Monday: A Potpourri post – make up, more stripping and rock bands

By: Jessica B.
My mind is kind of scattered today as I continue working to establish a wireless network with my Apple Airport Express at home. It’s supposed to be easy to connect, but it’s apparently not easy enough for me because I can’t get it to work. Grr!

Anyhow, enjoy today’s random sampling.

Make-up Brushes – Help!
Apparently my eyebrows are like a rain forest, as I have managed to break my fourth Sephora make-up brush since December. How? I have no idea. For $5, I wasn’t expecting greatness, but somehow breaking four in less than six months seems a little crazy. No, I’m not brushing my eyebrows aggressively, but for some reason the top of the brush keeps snapping off like a twig. And those little bristles scatter like leaves, making them horrible to find and pick up.

I cannot bring myself to go back to Sephora and buy another one (mostly because I know it won’t last) so if you all have recommendations of good, affordable eyebrow brushes and shapers, I would appreciate it. My eyebrows would too.

Meet my rock band
Because of my awful, tone-deaf voice, I will not be joining a band in the foreseeable future. But I was playing around online the other day and found a fun Web site that will let me generate my own band name based on my real name.

The Grammy for Best New Artist is definitely not in my future, but in my head, I can play Guitar Hero and Rock Band now with a purpose. So I proudly introduce to you all my band…..

Your Band Name is:
The Plastic Housewives

I think that’s pretty appropriate. Let’s rock!

Strip club follow-up
Sadly no pictures are available just yet, but Meg did ask for the story behind the “I don’t want to burn you” comment so I have provided it below.

At the strip club (which gave us a front-row seat near a pole- score!), one of the other bachelorettes there was insanely drunk and smoking like a chimney. When “Hot Joe” (the best stripper) came over to her to make some money, he proceeded to straddle her and pull her on top of him.

Because of her level of intoxication, the cigarette went with the woman onto the stripper and she screamed out “I don’t want to burn you” (with the cigarette) while he removed $1 bills from her cleavage and bra strap.

That was nice of her to try and save the stripper from a cigarette burn on his perfectly-toned pectoral. But I doubt that would have been the first time something like that happened.

18 February 2008

Plucking – the final frontier?

By: Jessica B.
Tagged: Movies, beauty

I’m a late bloomer in the simple, torturous things that many women my age have been doing for years – including eyebrow plucking. While I prefer the Brooke Shields, circa 1970s eyebrows (easier maintenance), a few weeks ago I opted to take Liz’s referral for an eyebrow wax at Nordstroms and “womanscaped” my brows. In the city, I guess $20 for a 5 minute wax is reasonable, but to me, that seems a bit extreme…until now.

Today while enjoying President’s Day off of work, I dug out my compact tweezers and tried to pluck my eyebrows, so that I could hold off going back in to Nordstroms Spa for another few weeks. Unfortunately, the tweezers and the eyebrow stubs won. Referring back to old, previously ignored Instyle issues on this topic, I began to try plucking my eyebrows, however, the little bugger hairs were putting up a fight. One, two, three pulls and nothing although considerably more pain than when my “girl” does it. After about 20 minutes of wresting, curse words and two sets of lighting, I gave up and put the tweezers in the medicine cabinet. You won today eyebrows, but you will not win the war. And yes, I’m calling Nordstroms tomorrow for “brow touch up.”

On an unrelated note, I watched the movie Becoming Jane today, and could not help but vary between being confused at the dialogue and swooning over the romance of 19th Century love. I have never read Austen, although Sense and Sensibility with Emma Thompson and Kate Winslet is one of my favorite movies, but it has to be the looks between the main characters, so young and in love that makes me swoon. Between the looks and the overture music that heightens the emotion, you can’t help but fall in love yourself. Maybe that contributes to my unrealistic expectations of relationships, but it’s fun, even though I usually have zero idea what they’re saying.

31 January 2008

Don’t Ask Me to Make A Decision

By: Jessica B.

Outside of work, I am a very indecisive person. I once spent 45 minutes at Nordstroms (the happiest place on earth) trying to decide if I wanted pink or purple Uggs. In the end, my father became angry and told me to decide or he would for me – so I went with the pink ones – and then went back and got the purple ones on super sale :) When out with friends, I’ll often provide options of what to do and when they cannot decide, I often find myself unable to decide either. I tell them it’s “ladies choice,” but that doesn’t seem to make any difference.

The reason I’m indecisive is that I’m a product of habit. Ask anyone who knows me. I get up about the same time, I put my clothes and make up on in the same order, I usually prepare the same lunch during the week and the same dinner at home. And I come from a very brand loyal household. I don’t have to decide between what brand is best because I buy what my parents buy and I have bought for the last few years. Advertisers would be smart to hook my family because we’ll never leave you! I love Yoplait, I only brush with Sensodyne (thanks to my root canal) and use Reach toothbrushes. Tide is the only detergent in my apartment and Jif is the only peanut butter for me. That’s not to say I’m against trying something new, but it’s hard to commit when you have that connection to something that you’ve used for years because I tell everyone I know about it and how much I love it!

For example, I was amazed when I recently switched from Clinique to Mario Badescu skin care. Clinique was with me through high school, college and my early- to mid-20s. I relied on it to keep my skin in good shape and my rosacea under control. But then, fate intervened and now Mario is my new man. Now I can’t live without Mario, especially the Azulene Skin Calming cream, which feels very good on my rosacea cheeks. Case in point my mini-scene at Nordstroms this weekend when the counter had the audacity to not have my Keratoplast Cleansing Lotion. I hope they learned something that day. Don’t keep me from my brands, you’ll get an earful, just like this guy at Nordstroms did.