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July 28, 2009
Book Thirst Thursday #2
Okay, so… now that my sty is gone and I'm back to my modelly self (I graduated from Barbizon, okay? STEP OFF) I can concentrate on the task at hand: picking my cellphone zit, rattling my antipsychotic medication like a maraca to scare my cat, and recommending a book to my razzle-dazzle readerazzi: which (duh!) means you.
And the faun who lives in my closet.
Book Recommendation Number One:
STARRING SALLY J. FREEDMAN AS HERSELF, by Judy Blume
I seriously must have read this book eight billion times. I
June 25, 2009
Book Thirst Thursday #2
Okay, so… now that my sty is gone and I’m back to my modelly self (I graduated from Barbizon, okay? STEP OFF) I can concentrate on the task at hand: picking my cellphone zit, rattling my antipsychotic medication like a maraca to scare my cat, and recommending a book to my razzle-dazzle readerazzi: which (duh!) means you.
And the faun who lives in my closet.
Book Recommendation Number One:
STARRING SALLY J. FREEDMAN AS HERSELF, by Judy Blume
I seriously must have read this book eight billion times. I
June 16, 2009
Fashion Tip Tuesday #3
Okay. If you’re anything like me, then you LIVE to talk on your cellie. Oh, and in case you’re from another planet, like Venusuela or whatever? This is what “talking on the cellie” looks like:
Pretty awesome, righttt?
The thing is, fun stuff almost always comes with a price. Like, can I eat that fourth slice of birthday cake without getting a stomach ache? No. Can I play all day in the sun without getting burned? No. Can I go to second base with a hot Mexican pig without causing a flu pandemic?
I k
May 21, 2009
Book Thirst Thursday: #2
Okay, so… now that my sty is gone and I’m back to my modelly self (I graduated from Barbizon, okay? STEP OFF) I can concentrate on the task at hand: picking incessantly at my cellphone zit, rattling my antipsychotic medication like a maraca to scare my cat, and recommending a book to my razzle-dazzle readerazzi: which (duh!) means you.
And the faun who lives in my closet.
Book Recommendation Number One:
STARRING SALLY J. FREEDMAN AS HERSELF, by Judy Blume
I seriously must have read this book eight b
May 20, 2009
IT’S A MOTHER MCMUFFIN CONTEST (Part 2)
Okay, so I talked to my peeps at Poppy and they totally want in on this contest deal.
WHICH MEANS:
You guys might have to wait just a little bit for Poppy to come up with their own rules and deadlines before you can *officially* enter.
WHICH DOESN’T MEAN:
You can’t start crafting your entries whenever you darn please. Of course, you can! And I seriously can not wait to post all your videos on my blog. They will be genius. I can FEEL it.
xo
Rachel Maude
May 14, 2009
Wild Card Wednesday: IT’S A MOTHER MCMUFFIN CONTEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, so… rampant self-Googling led me to discover the following two awesome youtube videos. They’re both casting videos, as in “if da Poseur books wuz to be made into a TV sho’ den dis is who gets to be innit.
VIDEO ONE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJh0Uv...
VIDEO TWO: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Smd9Oh...
OMG, you guys. I could seriously watch these things all day!!! And DO. Just ask my cat who now meows to the tune of Lady Gaga’s “Beautiful, Dirty, Rich.” Seriously. He even yacked u
Fashion Tip Tuesday: Tip #2
Wait. Fashion Tip Tuesday on a Thursday? That’s right, incredulistas. I am Rachel Maude and I exist OUTSIDE OF TIME. It’s like, here I am, toiling away at my laptop, ice-packing the rhinocerosian bags under my otherwise sprightly and vibrant brown eyes — just another drizzly mid-May Tuesday in Brooklyn, 1941, right? Ha! No. In fact, two days and almost seven decades have passed without my even noticing! My studio apartment is seriously like NARNIA. Which is a relief because — in addition explain
May 11, 2009
Miss Maude Monday: Case #2
Dear Miss Maude,
I’m sooooo in love with someone that barely knows I exist! How do I get him to fall in love with me?
–Lauren, 15
Lauren, OMG:
I totally know how you feel except even more so because Zac Efron doesn’t know I exist at all let alone “barely.” But if Zac and I went to the same school — and if we were (even roughly) the same age — let me tell you: I’d stop at nothing, nothing, to make him look my way. Like, every time he walked down the hall I’d sort of lean against my locker and studi
May 8, 2009
Thank God It's Guy-Day
I decided to reserve Friday for discussion of All Things Guys, you guys. And I've received some complaints. Guys are so central, my dissenters argue–so woven into the very fabric of our lives–that to consign or "ghettoize" them to a single day out of the week is not only backward but, ironically, antithetical to my purpose: namely, to recognize and celebrate the invaluable contribution of the Guy people to history (of ma pants).
Anyway. To my dissenters I say: suck it.
And let me introduce you to
Thank God It’s GuyDay.
I decided to reserve Friday for discussion of All Things Guys, you guys. And I’ve received some complaints. Guys are so central, my dissenters argue–so woven into the very fabric of our lives–that to consign or “ghettoize” them to a single day out of the week is not only backward but, ironically, antithetical to my purpose: namely, to recognize and celebrate the invaluable contribution the Guy People have made to the History of My Pants.
Anyway. To my dissenters I say: suck it.
And let me introduc
