Posted by Laura Belgray | Posted in Mad Men, chopsticks, food | Posted on 27-08-2010
Last Sunday’s Mad Men (best episode ever, maybe) had a scene in Benihana, where Don Draper notices his date using chopsticks and asks, with a raised eyebrow, “you know how to use those?”
What? Suave Don Draper can’t use chopsticks? He’s not easy to impress, so you know using chopsticks then must have been a sign of major worldliness.
I wish it were still like that. Read the rest of this entry »
Shiloh Jolie Pitt is stealing my look.
It’s true. Normally, we average people latch on to celebrity styles. But this “celeb tot,” as the magazines call them, is clearly following mine.
Shiloh is Brad and Angelina’s daughter, but, like I did at that age, she looks more like a son. Read the rest of this entry »
People say that money can’t buy you happiness. And Countess Luanne insists that money can’t buy you class.
But they’re both wrong (and dumb) – because money can buy you Business Class. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted by Laura Belgray | Posted in embarrassment, ickiness, sweating | Posted on 28-07-2010
I am a sweater.
Not the cozy, knit kind that you wear on chilly days. No, I mean I sweat. Majorly. I’m a schvitzer. Read the rest of this entry »
In hip hop class at Crunch the other day, I was rockin’ it out. I’d picked up the routine and was adding some sassy flair. I was “making it mine.” The teacher, Ray, noticed. She yelled, “Yeah, Laura! Work it, girl!”
Then, on her way past me to adjust the stereo, she raised her hand for a high five – which I totally botched. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s Thursday, 10pm. I set myself up in my favorite position: cross-legged on the floor, with my back against the sofa and takeout in front of me on newspaper. It’s game time. The Real Housewives of New York Reunion show, Part I. Read the rest of this entry »
When people clean out their closets, they’re always so exuberant about the results. “Got rid of soooo much stuff. What a great feeling!”
I don’t have that experience. Read the rest of this entry »
I have an Umbrella Center in my front hall closet. It sounds impressive, but it’s actually a tote bag suspended from a coat hanger. At any rate, it used to be full of umbrellas. Nice ones. Read the rest of this entry »
(*Subtitle inspired by Naomi Dunford. See comment at bottom.)
Another Stuff ‘n’ Junk Report – where I pick any random item of mine, new or old, and tell you something about it. It’s inventory, with detailed back story. Like show and tell, but more tell than show.
Today, an old item:
Watermelon, cut into cubes.
When I say old, I mean old. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted by Laura Belgray | Posted in TV, cursing, language, memories, my dad | Posted on 05-05-2010
There’s this twitter user you’ve probably heard of called “Shit My Dad Says.” He tweets shit his dad says, and his feed is being turned into a network tv show starring William Shatner.
Except it won’t be called “Shit My Dad Says.” I don’t think they know what they’ll call it, because they can’t say “shit” on TV.
