Sometimes spending the afternoon with friends and their children at a mall away from home is exactly what the doctor ordered.
BlogHer’13 was amazing. I left feeling very tranquil and at peace, and I’m already missing the lovely ladies I spent time with this weekend.
Much to my amazement, I made my BlogHer modeling debut on Saturday and I didn’t fall on my face. I didn’t vomit on stage. I didn’t fall over in the dressing room trying to put Spanx on.
Instead, I met an amazing group of diverse women I never would have met otherwise. We all, for the most part, stepped outside our comfort zones and wore things we maybe never would have worn or had our hair and makeup done in ways we didn’t know it could be done.
We bonded over our opinions of high fashion, the overall consensus that “the models need wine,” and the horrifying fact that the hotel basement where we got ready didn’t have wifi. (Gasp!)
During my fitting on Thursday afternoon, I definitely felt like a self-conscious Barbie doll. I tried on probably close to 7 or 8 different outfits, dozens of pieces of jewelry, and felt a bit vulnerable to the amazing stylists trying to find a look for me. We laughed and joked around, but it felt bizarre to casually be trying on outfits for a couple of strangers. I didn’t know what I would be wearing until the day of the show, although I was kind of rooting for a red ball gown that made me feel like a princess.
On the afternoon of the show, after practicing walking the runway and being very self-aware of how I was walking, I found out I’d be wearing the last outfit I had tried on during my fitting– a leopard print shirt from Vive La Femme, Levi dark denim jeans, a Mint Julep denim jacket, a cute necklace from Comfort Me, and cute golden kitten heel pumps from A Pied.
I wasn’t sure what to expect with the show, but my experience was a whirlwind of excitement and amazingness. Ulta had a really phenomenal team of hair and makeup stylists making each of us “models” feel like a million bucks. They made my hair curly like a pin-up girl’s, and they did a really incredible job of doing my makeup. The whole process reminded me of my 13 years of dance recitals and the hours it would take to get ready for those, only with less hair spray.
Right before the show, I felt like completely different person. I didn’t look like the “me” I’ve become slightly critical of lately, and I was wearing a skin tight outfit that actually looked decent on me. (Thank you, Spanx!) More than once I was told I looked “sassy” and “badass,” which were definitely fun ways to be described.
As I stepped out onto the stage, something came over me. I lost any inhibitions I had felt about being in the show, and I had a genuinely good time walking the runway. I goofed around a bit with a silly pose, and the crowd went wild. I heard an insane amount of cheering, and although I couldn’t see anyone with all of the flashes going off, I knew that my friends and favorite bloggers were standing there cheering me on.
Going to BlogHer is an incredibly empowering and gratifying feeling in itself. Being in the BlogHer Fashion Show took this feeling to an entirely new level. I can’t even begin to put into words what a difference the show made in my life and self-image, and I will be forever grateful that I had the courage to say yes to Elisa when she asked me to be a model.
A special thanks goes out to Darlene, Sarissa, Rafiki, and Iman for putting so much work and effort into the Fashion Show! You ladies are an amazing team and definitely made me feel like a million dollars!
God help us all, I attended a taping of The Jerry Springer Show on Monday.
Yes, that Jerry Springer.
My job was having a trip to the taping as staff bonding because what brings you closer together than Jerry Springer?! I got caught up in the promises of friendship and free food, as well as what was sure to be a fascinating blogging experience, and signed up for the trip.
Everyone on the bus ride was excited, most for different reasons, but everyone agreed that it was pretty cool that “Jerry had sent a bus for us.” (He sends buses for all colleges.)
Plus, the waiver we all had to sign was pretty hysterical.
Yes, you’re reading that right. The Jerry Springer show has zero tolerance for disruptive behavior. I’m also in line to be the next Pope.
I don’t like long car trips, unless I’m driving. I feel nauseous, get headaches, and really don’t like putting my life in the hands of someone else… So I take pictures of myself to kill time.
Because it’s easy to be pensive and contemplate your life decisions when you’re on a bus to the Jerry Springer Show…
When we arrived at the studio, we waited in the lobby for over an hour. They fed us pizza, which I’m not actually sure if I enjoyed because I was hungry or because they seasoned it with stripped glitter*.
*I’m only slightly joking.
We finally got inside the studio, where we saw the set in all its glory.
The next part is what really pissed me off. I know I shouldn’t have expected much from the show, but I was still pretty shocked.
The audience for The Jerry Springer Show is divided by their beauty.
While the producers and security guards didn’t necessarily say this was true, they didn’t have to. They directed people where to sit as they walked in.
In the center section, where they sat “us college students,” it was an obvious beauty contest. (By the way, they totally didn’t realize we worked for the unviersity. Phew.) Blonde girls were in the front row. Good looking guys were in the second row. Misfits not associated with our group, who were blocked from view, sat behind them.
In the second tier of the center section, where Jerry stands most of the time and does a lot of talking, “pretty girls” sat up front. (Should I be proud that I was one of them?) Decent looking guys from our group sat behind us.
The side sections of the studio were made up of older folks, middle aged folks, and primarily people of color. The people who were told to sit on the very far ends or back row were missing teeth, not dressed that nice, or obviously dirty.
(Btw, I’m not analyzing this to piss anyone off. I just found it interesting.)
If you look at the photo of the audience below, you can actually tell that the middle section is made up primarily of caucasian or “lighter skinned” people.
I’m not sure what any of this means. I was on camera a lot because Jerry stood next to me a lot. (He also shook my hand twice.) Should I feel pretty? Objectified? Trashy? Close to being sick?
I’m not sure.
Oh, and the theme of the episode was “Heartbroken Brides.” One woman’s fiancé cheated on him with a Facebook friend. The other woman wanted to renew her vows with her husband of 12 years, who she married when she was 16 and has 4 kids with. He didn’t want to renew their vows because he didn’t love her anymore… until he realized the stripper he had had sex with and wanted to leave his wife for actually had no interest in him because she was lesbian stripper with a partner and 3 kids.
I think I’m going to go shower memories of this experience off of me. Again.
At least I had something to write about?
I took this photo for you, people.
Today was the last day of Winter Res Life training….and the end of all trainings for Res Life for me. I was more emotional and depressed about my last training last year at this time when I didn’t think that I would still be working in Residence Life, but the only thing I feel right now is exhaustion. I took a few pictures of myself being exhausted to draw today, but I’m even too exhausted to draw them. Instead, I had my phone draw it for me. (I’m totally turning into a lazy iphone user.)
This is me, laying on my bed, exhausted with my “pet” unicorn Chaaaarlie.
Oh, and I took some time to enjoy the sunset earlier this evening as I was driving from my apartment/ walking from a parking lot to a meeting. Campus really is beautiful when students aren’t around.
I really am lucky to live and work at such a beautiful institution.
(Here’s a recap of the #23til23 posts thus far.)
On January 5th I received my first #23til23 challenge from Lenore Reigel, the mother of Eden Riegel, aka my favorite Bianca from All My Children.
On January 7th I changed the look and feel of my site.
On January 9th I introduced you all to V.
On January 10th I realized that Shonda Rhimes is my mortal enemy.
On January 13th I went mini-golfing with monsters.
There’s one week left of #23til23! As I said in my introduction post, join me in this journey! Check back every day for a #23til23 post. Follow the #23til23 hashtag. Retweet me and share my posts like there’s no tomorrow. Tweet me. Email me. Leave a comment on my blog, Facebook, or Google+. Tell me what you want to see me try to do, and, if I can manage it, I’ll try to accomplish it.
(I’m not following the NaBloPoMo prompt today.)
To me, haircuts are a religious experience. For 1-2 hours (at least with my hair!), I get to escape from the insanity of my world and let someone else pamper me. When you’re stressed to the max, there is no greater feeling than having someone scrub your scalp, massage your follicles, and make you feel pretty again.
Today was no exception.
I’ve literally given up on my hair lately, and today I had no product in it, it was pulled back into a ponytail, and I just didn’t care.
Before haircut bliss
I feel a lot sexier now, a lot less stressed, and a lot more confident. I’m a new person.
How do haircuts make you feel?