Christian Louboutin has created a special carrier bag that includes a bottle of champers and a crystal champagne flute shaped like a stiletto. The package, known as Le Rituel, costs $500, and you can watch a 3-minute film about it here.
I'm curious now as to whether or not my robe is manufactured by Blair. The sleeve (VERY BRIEFLY) caught on fire when I was taking something out of the oven--no part of the robe touched anything in the oven, either. #olsentwins
I'm not surprised that Louboutin would turn down a diffusion line.
Wow, Blahnik really hates platforms, yeah? This is like the 3rd time I've read about his hate for them. #olsentwins
@femme-bot: I know. I'm starting to wonder if it's a grade school thing. So, maybe he's always publicly pulling Platform's hair. But I think what he REALLY wants, in his heart of hearts, is for Platform to keep him warm on his long, cold, dark nights of the sole.
That's a comfortable moccasin that you can drink sparkling wine out of while watching bad TV movies at 3AM, right? If so, I've been in the market, and Etsy has provided no help. #olsentwins
I bit the bullet and decided to sign up for an official Jezebel account. No more firing in and out of Facebook like a drunken sailor for me.
So, with that said, a brief explanation of yours truly. I'm a proud New Yorker who works as a social worker, looks like Bruiser Brody (and if anyone gets that reference on here i'll die from pro-wrestling geekiness), and considers myself a reasonably smart guy who doen't suffer any foolishness. act like an ass and i'll tell you you're doing so.
but, because i know that every second i spend on here talking about myself is a second closer to my audition crashing and burning, i'd like to make another point about this topic.
i can't begin to understand what it feels like to be a woman and to have to wonder every time someone compliments me whether or not they have some nefarious goal in mind. i feel for you in this regard. i really do.
so with that in mind, at the next meeting of the he-man woman-haters club (after we peruse bikini pictures of Scarlett Johansson because we are not complete savages), i will mention to the assorted membership to cut this crap out. Thank you.
Nighthawk (the former Okori Wadsworth) is headed back to DGUSA in November! was starred
Nighthawk (the former Okori Wadsworth) is headed back to DGUSA in November! was unstarred
As a guy living here in NYC (and I'd like to hope a pretty aware one) I figured out the best thing to do whenever a situation like this comes up: be antisocial.
I fully understand that because of the way i look (jeans and a t-shirt usually with thick "I Look like A Serial Killer" glasses and a thick beard), my size (6-4,275), and my gender I seem threatening even when I am trying not to be. So the best way for me to get around the problem is to avoid any sort of conversation other than the most mundane small talk. "Hi", "How are you" is about as far as this guy goes right here.
Maybe I'm being too sensitive, perhaps not. But I don't ever want to be one of those guys who are creepy and invading some innocent woman's personal space like she's just there for me to gaze at. So I figure that it's better for me to just completely shut myself down to the bare essentials of being a human being than to worry about whether or not my compliment about somebody's blouse will be treated as creepy guy on the street.
Nighthawk (the former Okori Wadsworth) is headed back to DGUSA in November! was starred
Nighthawk (the former Okori Wadsworth) is headed back to DGUSA in November! was unstarred
A male perspective: There are two scenarios with the too-friendly deli guy. In the first, he's being flirtatious, and that is understandably uncomfortable. This happens to guys too -- usually it's another man doing it, but occasionally it's a woman. (I had a bad experience at Williams Sonoma last weekend. I just felt embarrassed for the guy and his pretty-cheesy "interest" in me, but I will definitely try to avoid him the next time I'm buying measuring cups.)
Thge second scenario is more interesting to me: The deli guy is just being overly friendly. Perhaps he thinks this is doing his job, building a customer base. Depending on his age and background, this may be how he thinks he's SUPPOSED to behave. Or maybe he's bored and lonely. The thing is that for many of us, this friendliness is just as bad. I don't WANT to have a relationship with my deli guy that goes beyond a smile and a comment on the weather. It feels intrusive when there's any more to the conversation. This isn't a female or male problem, but it may be a particularly New York problem. We have too many of these encounters every day to want/allow them to be too friendly. There's an unspoken code of limited interaction here that we expect will be respected. I'm not sure it's a great way to go though life, but... it's a practical one, and it would be hard for most of us to change our innate or at least well-conditioned response.
@Okori Wadsworth: Huh - It never occurred to me that some guys thought this way about how the come off. Thank you for sharing some perspective from the other side!
I have this in spades now. I moved to a small town after living in NYC for twenty years. There I had my game face perfected. Now I live in a very small seaside town and everybody is reallyreallyreally FRIENDLY. I live alone, I don't drive because I don't have and can't afford a car, so I depend on the local cab company. They don't have the bulletproof partitions in their cars so they can get a really good look at my handicapped self (I'm minus a leg now), and I HATE that they can see where I live and it's not as simple as putting earbuds in my ears and feigning extreme business that keeps me from becoming their new BFF.
In "The Gift of Fear" De Becker puts it well. He says ask a male friend when the last time they feared for their lives and usually they have to think a bit. Ask a woman and they'll say, 'do you mean this month or this week?'.
Not trying to draw an equivalence -- but as a straight man I've been approached inappropriately by sexually aggressive men and women, and I'm always similarly uncomfortable about how to respond.
If it's a woman making the comments, then trying to disengage marks you as unmanly and possibly gay.
If it's a man, it's extremely hard to acknowledge that's what's happening -- that a man might be threatening your sexual boundaries.
I'm not saying it's a problem on the scale of what women face, or that it's even a big problem at all. Just that straight men have their own unique (if smaller) issues to deal with in comparable situations. Mostly you just have to stop worrying about people calling you gay.
I work in electronic sales. If it isn't the creepy guy rubbing my back after getting me in the back corner of the store, or the fake-senile old man putting his arm around me, its the guys blattently looking at my tits rather than my face, the guys pestering me for seemingly hours for a phone number and then backing out of purchases when I wont give them one. Just the other night I had one customer make probably 15 inappropriate comments in the space of 20 minutes. The worst part? I was alone in my store. So while he's probably thinking that he's being harmlessly flirtatious, I'm reaching for the utility knife and figuring out what to do if I get raped.
Sadly, my biggest issue tends to be not wanting to lose the sales - I work on commission and I'm very ambitious, trying to move my way up, so...? I put up with way more than I should.
If my older, male boss knew half the shit I'm sure he'd call the cops with a list of names - he's very protective and has told me to kick guys out/call the cops if needed.
Mine's great like that too: we get a lot of creeps in my store, although recently it's gotten pretty bad... but last week I'm shelving books and I can hear these guys talking about me. I finish what I was doing, walk away and get security to kick them out.
I don't think anyone is going to read this, but I want to get it off my chest anyway. (It's so good to see that so many people have stories about this particularly annoying strain of male attention)
There's this man in my 12-step program who is one of the group "leaders" (he starts off and ends the meetings every once in a while) so you'd think he would know better than to flirt with me, a newcomer (i.e. someone vulnerable, on shaky sober ground). But ever since I joined he's acted really creepy towards me, making a point to sit next to me on this TINY bench during our smoke breaks, leaning onto me with his body to punctuate every statement. Calling me "honey" and patting me on the back.
"How long've you been clean now, honey?" *pat pat* *body nudge* "You look SOOO good today!" *looks up and down*
Ugh.
It fills me with dread as I approach the meeting place because I'm afraid he'll be smoking outside and engage me in conversation, alone... and he ALWAYS comes and invades my personal space afterwards. Sometimes I prepare a line in my head, like "Could you not pay so much attention to me? It makes me uncomfortable." Because you'd think you could be honest and straightforward in this kind of setting, where people usually lay out their secrets and feelings... but there's no way to say it without sounding, I don't know, crazy.
After reading all your stories, though, I realize I'm not crazy.
@kathymacleod: I read it - Want me to beat him up?
Seriously, though, he's being creepy and inappropriate, and you are not crazy. Its not rude to tell someone they are up in your space. Trust me, I know all about the rude. I'm from the South ;)
10/23/09
The fuck? #olsentwins
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I hope that they intended it to be pronounced a la Flavor Flav, because it is now permanently etched that way in my brain.
"Olsen-boyyyyeee" #olsentwins
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Wow, Blahnik really hates platforms, yeah? This is like the 3rd time I've read about his hate for them. #olsentwins
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That's a comfortable moccasin that you can drink sparkling wine out of while watching bad TV movies at 3AM, right? If so, I've been in the market, and Etsy has provided no help. #olsentwins
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I would too, but only if I could make race car noises while doing it. #olsentwins
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01/10/09
So, with that said, a brief explanation of yours truly. I'm a proud New Yorker who works as a social worker, looks like Bruiser Brody (and if anyone gets that reference on here i'll die from pro-wrestling geekiness), and considers myself a reasonably smart guy who doen't suffer any foolishness. act like an ass and i'll tell you you're doing so.
but, because i know that every second i spend on here talking about myself is a second closer to my audition crashing and burning, i'd like to make another point about this topic.
i can't begin to understand what it feels like to be a woman and to have to wonder every time someone compliments me whether or not they have some nefarious goal in mind. i feel for you in this regard. i really do.
so with that in mind, at the next meeting of the he-man woman-haters club (after we peruse bikini pictures of Scarlett Johansson because we are not complete savages), i will mention to the assorted membership to cut this crap out. Thank you.
01/09/09
I fully understand that because of the way i look (jeans and a t-shirt usually with thick "I Look like A Serial Killer" glasses and a thick beard), my size (6-4,275), and my gender I seem threatening even when I am trying not to be. So the best way for me to get around the problem is to avoid any sort of conversation other than the most mundane small talk. "Hi", "How are you" is about as far as this guy goes right here.
Maybe I'm being too sensitive, perhaps not. But I don't ever want to be one of those guys who are creepy and invading some innocent woman's personal space like she's just there for me to gaze at. So I figure that it's better for me to just completely shut myself down to the bare essentials of being a human being than to worry about whether or not my compliment about somebody's blouse will be treated as creepy guy on the street.
01/10/09
I am sorry you feel the need to be that cautious, but thank you for actually doing it!
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no problem. :)
01/09/09
Thge second scenario is more interesting to me: The deli guy is just being overly friendly. Perhaps he thinks this is doing his job, building a customer base. Depending on his age and background, this may be how he thinks he's SUPPOSED to behave. Or maybe he's bored and lonely. The thing is that for many of us, this friendliness is just as bad. I don't WANT to have a relationship with my deli guy that goes beyond a smile and a comment on the weather. It feels intrusive when there's any more to the conversation. This isn't a female or male problem, but it may be a particularly New York problem. We have too many of these encounters every day to want/allow them to be too friendly. There's an unspoken code of limited interaction here that we expect will be respected. I'm not sure it's a great way to go though life, but... it's a practical one, and it would be hard for most of us to change our innate or at least well-conditioned response.
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In "The Gift of Fear" De Becker puts it well. He says ask a male friend when the last time they feared for their lives and usually they have to think a bit. Ask a woman and they'll say, 'do you mean this month or this week?'.
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If it's a woman making the comments, then trying to disengage marks you as unmanly and possibly gay.
If it's a man, it's extremely hard to acknowledge that's what's happening -- that a man might be threatening your sexual boundaries.
I'm not saying it's a problem on the scale of what women face, or that it's even a big problem at all. Just that straight men have their own unique (if smaller) issues to deal with in comparable situations. Mostly you just have to stop worrying about people calling you gay.
01/08/09
Sadly, my biggest issue tends to be not wanting to lose the sales - I work on commission and I'm very ambitious, trying to move my way up, so...? I put up with way more than I should.
If my older, male boss knew half the shit I'm sure he'd call the cops with a list of names - he's very protective and has told me to kick guys out/call the cops if needed.
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Mine's great like that too: we get a lot of creeps in my store, although recently it's gotten pretty bad... but last week I'm shelving books and I can hear these guys talking about me. I finish what I was doing, walk away and get security to kick them out.
01/08/09
There's this man in my 12-step program who is one of the group "leaders" (he starts off and ends the meetings every once in a while) so you'd think he would know better than to flirt with me, a newcomer (i.e. someone vulnerable, on shaky sober ground). But ever since I joined he's acted really creepy towards me, making a point to sit next to me on this TINY bench during our smoke breaks, leaning onto me with his body to punctuate every statement. Calling me "honey" and patting me on the back.
"How long've you been clean now, honey?" *pat pat* *body nudge* "You look SOOO good today!" *looks up and down*
Ugh.
It fills me with dread as I approach the meeting place because I'm afraid he'll be smoking outside and engage me in conversation, alone... and he ALWAYS comes and invades my personal space afterwards. Sometimes I prepare a line in my head, like "Could you not pay so much attention to me? It makes me uncomfortable." Because you'd think you could be honest and straightforward in this kind of setting, where people usually lay out their secrets and feelings... but there's no way to say it without sounding, I don't know, crazy.
After reading all your stories, though, I realize I'm not crazy.
01/09/09
Seriously, though, he's being creepy and inappropriate, and you are not crazy. Its not rude to tell someone they are up in your space. Trust me, I know all about the rude. I'm from the South ;)