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Um...The One On The Right?
Art Class
Feminist Footwear Advice From 1930


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Then they told bawdy jokes.
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Why?!
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This is a deceptive story...but hilarious.
Also, I love this quote:
"For years we've been going about in this frank, post-war, careless flapper fashion, being just-myself-and-if-he-don't-like-me-he-don't-have-to. You know many's the woman that's waking up to the foolishness of this attitude. Being independent isn't so wonderful, we've discovered. The big thing in every woman's life, rich or poor, queen or peasant, is to get her man. And if it's illusion and femininity and glamour they want, it's up to each one of us to adopt that kind of a spotlight."
Mmhmmm....no comment.
03/03/09
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I don't know what it is about the sweeter, floral notes in most womens' fragrances, but they turn into sour prison hooch on me. I don't really like the heavier, muskier, amber-y scents in womens' fragrances, either, because they just feel too old and after-shave-y on me.
My very best scents are very young, light, unisex or young-man scents. I swear to God I smell like spring and sunshine in cK One (lamest thing ever, I'm sure) and men's Acqua di Gio (also lame, I know.) Seriously, some of the lighter, planty, grassy, lemony, ocean-y young-man colognes turn into sunwashed linen and fresh green leaves on me.
Whereas most female scents smell beautiful on others, but on me they smell like boobsweat ketosis.
I am a strange creature.
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Clinique Happy Heart has been my "signature scent" (when I can remember to put it on) for five years now for the clean-ness. But I totally think on Cool Water Woman (I know) fondly.
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WHO WANTS TO PRACTICE THE SCISSORS WITH ME?!
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And it brings all the boys to the yard, strangely.
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And as far as pizza-smell -- that's practically an aphrodesiac. Or at least that's what advertising tells me. Or was that tacos?
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Still, I didn't go to a perfume stylist. I went to Dillards and picked out the one I liked best after smelling it in a magazine.
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