THE GOOD: A breath of fresh air straight from Hollywood!
So as I have been doing since March, I continue to work at a little boutique part-time as I try to get my writing career off the ground. Though I've always found retail quite tedious, its even more so when you have a passion that is still in its early stage, and not able to pay the bills (at this time). Days go by, as you stand on your feet for hours, asking customers if they need help, gritting your teeth and keeping on the fake smile as they give you snarky "I'm just looking" responses back. And all you want to to is dash out the front door and live your dream 24 hours a day. But once and a while a little sunshine walks in, a moment of glamour, a much needed distraction from the hum drum daily grind. For me that was the gorgeous actress Natasha Henstridge.
There I was dazing out as I smelled the back of one of our soaps when I hear someone enter the store and say hi to my co-worker, I turn around to greet the customer myself and right away I recognize the face smiling back at me, It's that girl from the Species, and that's all I could remember.
Though she had little make-up on she looked just as beautiful as she does in the films. She dressed great, in dark denim skinny jeans, cute little leopard print ballet flats and a fitted short black jacket. And as always I noticed her weight and was pleasantly surprised to see that at 5"10 she does not look waif, rather she's a curvy sexy athletic build.
She was very friendly and warm. No sign of that "I'm a beautiful actress bow at my feet" pretense at all. Because of her casual relaxed manner, I wanted to say "Hey, I'm a huge fan of your films. I especially loved you in species. Saw all of them." But I didn't rather I attempted to look busy as I snuck glances at her.
I remember in high school Species was the films sci-fi film that I ever really liked. My best friend and I made it a point to see all three, we both imagined ourselves being actresses playing sexy dangerous characters the way she did. I don't think I would have been open to films like The Matrix if it wasn't for Species.
Anyway, I did want to tell her that I was a fan and chit chat a little...also find out where she got her ballet flats but my co-worker kept a straight face never letting on that she even recognized her so I decided I better keep my mouth shut too. Once Natasha left we both looked at each other and started laughing, discussed how great her outfit was and then chided each other for not saying anything.
THE BAD: Perfect for Mommy...not necessarily for baby!
I've been a fan of model Cindy Crawford since I was a kid. I thought and still do thats she was one of the most beautiful women in the world. I also admired her for always carrying herself with class and speaking with such intelligence. But recently Cindy Crawford has really pissed me off. Last week I read an article that talked about a recent controversy surrounding Cindy and her daughter. Apparently, Cindy allowed her 5 year old daughter to model in a string bikini, topless, showing off a tattoo on her lower back. Her rep responded to the controversy by saying it was overblown and that "It's a stick on tattoo". It's not about the tattoo it's about the image. Clearly it set off a firestorm for some, joy for others (like the perverts who have already ripped it out of whatever magazine it was in). I for one cannot believe someone would allow their little daughter to pose for such a possibly risque shot, in this day an age where children are being sexually exploited in horrendous ways. Art fart, I am a writer and I love music, art, photography, film, and I believe in pushing limits and exploring the world when it gets uncomfortable at times, but I also believe that we need to draw a few lines in the sand, just a few important lines, simply to protect our most innocent and vulnerable until they are in a position to protect themselves. Maybe for Cindy (and I admit I have not seen the pictures) the pictures are just sweet, playful pics but there is a fine line and I think the string bikini, topless element and fake tattoo all combine to create a image that hints at sexuality and for the perverts who head off to Thailand to have access to a real five year old girl or boy, or the perverts who go into their children's rooms at night, those pics just fuel the sexual images they have of children. It is exactly that innocence with sexuality that feeds them. And you know what, I think we can tolerate being a little conservative when it comes to the images we take of children and expose them too. Every one wants freedom to do what ever they please and a lot of times it seems that its at the expense of others who don't have a voice. I know we can't stop all the horrible things that happen in this world, but we can be responsible, sensitive and use some forethought when it comes to real-life issues that do real life damage to real life little people in our world. Let's save the naughty little girl thing to the big girls!
The YUCKY: Why Oprah? Why?
Then came Mrs. Rachel Ray. Though I think Ray is a sweetheart, can't say I've ever been a fan and I was a tad bit surprised when O took the loud and ruckus cook under her wing and created the Rachel Ray Show. An hour with Ray huh? The half an hour my mom watched faithfully everyday often drove me into another part of the house so I could only imagine what an hour would drive me to. Assault...possibly.
Today on one of my rare days off in the last few months, I staggered out of bed into the living room only to see my mom watching the new Rachel Ray show. I quickly looked at the time, 10 minutes to 11:00, no problem I could stand the show for 10 minutes it was almost done. As usual she was screaming, laughing wildly, and interrupting her guests. Her battle worn guests seemed to have lost the fight early in the hour and would immediately stop speaking the minute she opened her mouth. So I'm watching her dip out pasta for her guests sitting at a little table, and then the ever bubbly Ray graciously goes out into her audience to allow some of the audience members to taste the meal. I then watched in amazement as Ray went from guest to guest serving them some of her pasta...from the same fork! Yes, from the same fork! And its not like this was a group of family members. No, Ray just randomly and bubbly went from one stranger to the next serving them pasta from the same fork. As she moved down to the fifth, sixth and seventh person you could see their faces break into an uncomfortable scowl, their lips trembling as they weakly took the food into their mouths. One woman tried to pull it off with her teeth. After she spread some germs around amongst strangers, she happily return to her guests at the table taking a bite, herself, from the same fork. Yucky!
So, as I was looking for pics of Ray I came across something else Yucky, "sexy" little pics of Mrs. Ray For FHM magazine. And just when I thought she couldn't annoy me anymore...
Oprah do you know about this?