Oh yes, I am completely serious. I decided for Christmas that I would ask for a year’s subscription to a magazine. Courtesy of my children, I am now a monthly subscriber to Marie Claire. Laugh all you want but I will be the first one to know what beauty, clothing and makeup trends are hip. Plus, it offers great literary writing such as Must-Read: I Agreed To A Threesome For My Husband’s Birthday, The Woman Who Is Funnier Than The Boys (Chelsea Handler) And Girlfriend Material (The Good, The Bad And The Ugly; A Look At Female Friendship).
So, while I wait for my fake nails and color to dry (sorry, Ronda, the ugly real nubs had to be covered for a black tie event) I sit on my bed to read my latest delivery in beauty, fashion and sex. The above parenthesis is noted because my buddy, Ronda, has talked me into discarding the fake nails on a daily basis in an attempt to let my gross, smashed by a hammer and fungus from the garden nails repair themselves. I have gone the “a la natural” route for two weeks. I am NOT going in a beautiful gown and shoes with filed down slithers of nail on my fingers. At the moment, they are short, filed to a small curve and deliciously dark burgundy.
My first read, of course, is the ménage a trois article on the wife who arranged a threesome for her husband on his 40th birthday. Yea… what happened to forty stupid penguins in the front yard? This gal is an American married to a British man and they live in Paris. My first thought is this a common thing for French couples and most importantly, why would this fruit loop want to pimp a buck on a story that involved her? Who knows but after multiple conversations on the rules of engagement (really, I figured the rules were out the window on this one), an ad for a third partner (one time deal) and several lunch dates later with potential women, fruit of the loom makes her choice. They meet, get naked, her husband says thank you repeatedly and she ends the story with wanting to go home and take a shower. As you can tell, I am intrigued, not because I want a ménage a trois. Hell, I’m not even in the mood for a one on one with my fluctuating hormones trying to leave the vessel. More of a shocked interest in why someone would want to experience this. I love Tom a great deal but if he ever thought to speak something aloud in this direction, he may end up missing the lips off his mouth.
My second intrigue is the fashion trends for spring. I get it that the runway examples and photography layouts are visually more artistic in nature than what the average woman wears. But girls, get ready. On page 70, they highlight how you, too, can “Look like a Million for Under $100”. If you want to debut this season as Minnie Mouse. ..

Polka dots (sorry, again, good until about 8th grade), yellow shoes with black and white clothing (nope, I do not do Easter egg colors) and bows. Bows… my longtime friends know how much I despise bows. Bows should be worn on females until the age of five or six. After that, they are plain ludicrous. Especially on young college women. That’s all I’m saying because, really, I could write an entire blog on why grown women should not wear bows.
My favorite was the article on Chelsea Handler. I love that chicka. As the header describes, she is “sharper, ruder, and ballsier than the competition” and I love it. I would love, love, love to have the gumption to say what she says and to be paid for it. Her show revolves around the humor behind celebrity lives and their escapades. She states, “If you go out and behave in a ridiculous way, you should expect to be made fun of”. I can respect that. I always feel for her nightly guest, though. Man, I would be shaking in my NYC boots waiting for her to make a sarcastic joke about something I commented on or wore. Anyhoo, I like her because she is one of the few women in comedy who is raking in the viewers in a male-dominated field. And she is downright hilarious and crude. My favorite mix of humor.
I feel like a real woman after flipping through this best seller. For my fashion conscious gal pals, the t-strap sandals with “sexy” cutouts are in, wedges are still the rave but in metallic colors, as are animal print flats. There’s a “Shade Shifter” lip gloss that goes on clear and turns into darker shades of pink as your body temperature rises (bring it, hot flashes), military colors and camouflage are back in (hot damn, still have and wear those). Make fun of me but my wardrobe is going to be either smoking hot or like hanging snot (fourth grade rhyme). Maybe my grubby nails will grow out, at least.