Beautiful and...

I have a new celeb crush. After seeing Toni Collette in an interview and being extremely bored with all the TV series I rented the first season of United States of Tara. Finally entertained I breezed through each episode and at the end of the last episode I thought she was an actress goddess.

Recently, I was asked who my top five female hot celebs were and I really needed some time to think about it. There are tons of beautiful women are screen these days, but lately I have found my list evolving to accommodate women not in my age bracket, but older. Megan Fox is definitely hot and my age, but that is all she is. She, and a lot of twenty-something women are stuck in the “you’re beautiful..." and that's it box, which is a box exclusive to women.

Have you noticed that the women out of the twenties age bracket deal with the beauty box a lot less? And it is not because they are less beautiful (my top hot female celebs are all over the age of 30). I find that I often equate women older than myself with being beautiful and being interesting. I wonder if it is because women are somehow different once they reach their thirties or if there is something else going on that is quite unfair to women in their twenties? It can't be just me.

It might be time to start working on forcing a change in my thought pattern when I see a beautiful woman. Women are multi-dimensional and interesting, even in their twenties. It is time to start seeing and examining all of the other parts. That goes for myself as well; spend more time on examining and developing who I am and less time in any sort of box.

The girl gangs of Remember Me

A 13 year old girl walks by looks at my fiancé through the window and starts smiling and waving frantically. I should have known this was going to happen on the opening night of Remember Me. I sip my wine and Mike takes another gulp of his porter. Then the girl comes back and starts waving again and this time starts hitting on the glass window. I burst out laughing and Mike is really embarrassed. I say, “I didn’t know I was actually out on a date with Robert Pattinson.” This girl definitely thinks Mike is someone else.

I thought I would wake up a little hung over from Robert Pattinson exposure in Remember Me, but the gangs of pre-teen girls kind of ruined it. They completely missed the funny college nuances in the film as well as the complex family relationships. We were lucky enough to sit next to a group of girls who (and I’m not exaggerating) would start gushing in a frenzy every time Mr. Pattinson would come on screen. I think the only time they were silent was during his sex scene where they acutely became very...interested. I was very grateful that I was not a girl anymore. At the end while we were leaving one girl said, “I really thought that it was just going to end happy and it would cut to years later where they would be married and have kids.” Clearly this was not the type of movie they would normally watch.

I can remember a time though when I too was infatuated with an actor. Aww, Leonardo DiCaprio. In my girl gang days we once paused Romeo and Juliet just to take a picture of our Romeo. I feel like I should be embarrassed about that, but I can just blame it on my raging hormones. I wonder though about all of the things that led to my changing from girl to woman. I’m not talking about the puberty days, but the changes that now cause me to perceive the world as an adult woman.

Today I am definitely thankful that I am a woman and not a girl as at least for me, it means that I get to have a little bit more self-control when cute actors are on the big screen

Sexing up the honeymoon

I can’t decide. Writing about my future honeymoon and Victoria’s Secret or the movie Precious…? It’s Friday, so I think I will keep it light, but you should check out the movie Precious.

My fiancés parents have generously offered us their timeshare points so that we may have a honeymoon – without it we surely would end up on a “beach” enjoying the frigid waters of Lake Champlain in Vermont. We started to peruse our options, which I actually found overwhelming. Argg! No more wedding stuff. After my brain went dead from scrolling through the options I went to go numb out on the couch and was delighted to find yet another Victoria’s Secret catalog that I had not gotten around to flipping through. Then the light went on!

Me: Oh! Yah!

Mike: What?

Me: It’s our honeymoon. I get to buy new sexy lingerie and swimsuits!

Mike: (He rolls his eyes and goes back to playing his Xbox)

Ok so it is true I buy a new…or rather a few new swimsuits every year. But I swear it is because I have not found the perfect swimsuit and I figured I should enjoy my youth why I can. But wait. Shouldn’t he maybe kick up the sexy factor for our honeymoon too? Why is it often the woman’s, and/or in my soon to be case, the wife’s sole job to make sure the heat gets turned up? It is true that I enjoy the acquisition of Victoria’s Secret probably more than either Mike or our joint checking account. Nonetheless, I do not want this weird gendered role where I am the sole keeper of sexy. Women unite! We must demand the Victoria’s Secret for men. Why does this bring a weird catalog to mind where the primary shoppers are gay men and middle age women shopping for their husbands?

Oh well. I am not sure I am going to be able to settle this one now. I will just enjoy my new acquisitions and of course the look on my fiancés face. Not the one where he see’s our checking ledger; the “I cannot contain myself” one when I come strutting out in my new come-hither lingerie.