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Archive for June, 2008

Trendy styles for your wife — and your other wife, the polygamist

Posted by lia1031 on June 29, 2008

We watched in shock recently as a polygamist sect in Texas was raided.

The secrecy, the number of inhabitants and the treatment of young girls was alarming. But the members of the Yearning for Zion sect committed a harsher crime.

A crime against fashion.

And the biggest shock? The true identity of the raiders of the lost compound.

We thought it was government and law enforcement officials. Now, a few months later, classified information just released reveals a more astounding truth.

The compound was raided by members of the Fashion Police. Their leaders?

Stacy London and Clinton Kelly, the hosts of TLC’s “What Not to Wear.”

Government officials wanted you to think they were protecting sect members from inhumane treatment; in reality, they were just covering up a major fashion revolution.

It was like in any other episode of “What Not to Wear.” Hidden cameras had been recording the polygamists for weeks, showing their various outfits. Stacy and Clinton watched in awe as the women wore pastel dresses, clunky brown shoes, larger-than-life hairstyles and makeup-less faces. And, just like in all other episodes, the fashion gurus forcefully entered with cameras, announcing that they’d be taking all sect members into custody for some serious makeovers.

“I love that these pastel dresses bring out your eyes,” Stacy said, “but can’t you get a little variety in there?”

Clinton was more concerned about dresses’ shapes.

“You all have beautiful figures,” he said. “Would it kill you to show a little collarbone? Maybe an elbow?

Much to the chagrin of the women, Stacy and Clinton threw away hundreds of the frumpy dresses.

Stacy told the women she understands their need for modesty. But if they’re going to pull off the “I’m just dressing different so I can get massive media coverage” look, they need to really stand out.

They recommended these looks:

For those women afraid to stray from their routine attire, Clinton said, the left outfit is ideal. The earthy tone is a bit more modern than the bright pinks and baby blues, but the style is similar enough to keep the polygamists comfortable. The belt (shall we call it a “bible” belt?) and the black hose accent the look to make the waist look thinner and the legs look longer.

Stacy and Clinton liked the second and third outfits for their outlandish quotient. If these women are going to get any marital or maternal rights, they need the public to take them seriously; and there’s no better way to be taken seriously than by wearing a top hat or a skirt that looks like a dead bird.

The fashion stars brought in Nick Arrojo and Carmindy, the “What Not to Wear” hairstylist and makeup artist, respectively.

Nick reinforced the idea that if the women are going to do the polygamist look, they must exaggerate it as much as possible – that’s what celebrities do.

Nick noticed that the women must be under the impression that having taller hair will let them onto the bigger roller coasters.

Before giving his suggestions, he asked the women to take their hair down so he could fully assess their tresses.

Finding a bit more than he expected, he suggested going all out with the high hair.

He gave one woman this hairstyle:

Another got this one:

“Hey, having hair from centuries ago only fits into the centuries-old tradition of polygamy,” Nick said.

He said he modeled another hairstyle after his favorite celebrity mother:

But it was this last hairstyle Nick designed that really stood out:

With exaggerated clothes and hair, these women merely needed makeup to wow the masses. Carmindy knew just what to do.

She added color:

And texture:

And came up with one final look she thought would do the trick:

“This look will be the solution to the national polygamy problem,” Carmindy said. “Once their husband sees them, he’ll divorce them all.”

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Sunnyside Palm Villas End Point Club Lakes: Where you’ll go when you’re 55

Posted by lia1031 on June 12, 2008

South Florida: the seniors’ Mecca. The Promised Land for retirees. The sunniest place to ride off into the sunset.

Pilgrimage to South Florida is the last rite of passage for people in the 55-plus generation. Naturally, the area offers plenty of living options for the snowbirds who fly down for the winter or the immigrants who move here permanently.

Most of these communities have nature-sounding names like Cascade Lakes, Windward Palms or Wuthering Heights. But some of the names leave me wondering if the developers founders meant for the names to be a humorous “last laugh” for their residents.

  • High Point of Delray (Delray Beach): Either this age is the high point of the seniors’ lives, or these folks are smoking something.
  • Horizon Club (Deerfield Beach): Doesn’t “horizon” usually mean “the end of the way”? You know, the far line that you’ll never quite reach, because there’s always a horizon? Guess what, kids. You’ve reached it.
  • Harbour’s Edge (Delray Beach): Is the harbor part of the “life’s a journey on the ocean” metaphor for life? If it is, are the Edge residents leaving for their journey or coming home?
  • Delray Grande (Delray Beach): I think these folks must have had one too many caramel macchiatos.
  • Colonial Inn (Delray Beach): Because the residents were born when there were only 13 states.
  • Rustic Retreat (Boynton Beach): “Rustic” usually means “small and in awful shape.” Caveat emptor.
  • Journey’s End (Lake Worth): Okay, I lied. This one’s not a retirement community, but just a general gated community. But wouldn’t it be funny if it was?

You better believe I’ll be looking into these places in winter 2041. Or maybe I’ll just build one and give it my own silly name.

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(Wo)man vs. wild

Posted by lia1031 on June 6, 2008

I always keep my camera on me.

Not in case I bump into breaking news or brush with celebrity fame.

It’s for those times I need to get rid of an animal.

Part I: The cat

Once, upon a dreary South Florida midnight, I approached my car, wondering and even fearing a little bit.

I stood there, peering deep into the darkness, when I saw two small spots of lights hovering above my car. I came closer, only to see a cat, perched on top of the trunk of my car, with fiery eyes. It walked around as if it owned the vehicle.

“Excuse me,” I say to the feline, “I need to drive my car. Would you mind getting off of it?”

No answer. Not even a “nevermore.” Stupid cat.

“Please,” I say. “Shoo! Get off! Is that a mouse I see over there? Run!”

“I’m a cat, so I’m better than you,” the cat thinks. “I’m staying right here.”

I don’t know what to do. I want to scare him off my car but I don’t want to hurt him. The solution? My camera.

Flash. Flash. Flash.

Ha! I scared him away.

“Ooh, you think you’re so suave,” the cat thinks. He rolls his eyes at me, then jumps into the street.

Lia: 1. The Animals: 0

Part II: The short-term visitor (the lizard)

Every night, I have to watch out for the dozens of lizards scaling the walls outside my apartment. They usually seem pretty happy where they are.

But the other day, when I opened the door, a little lizard came in. Maybe he knew I was going to be making stir fry for dinner; maybe he knew I was planning on watching episodes of 30 Rock on TV.

But he came in and crawled up and down the inside of the door post.

“Go back outside with your friends,” I advised. He was confused. A young lizard, he didn’t know what to do.

But my Kodak EasyShare CX7530 did.

I took a few flash photos, signaling to the lizard that he needed to leave the premises.

He left, and I slammed the door shut.

“Tell your friends not to come back,” I said.

Lia: 2. The Animals: 0.

Part III: The long-term visitor (another lizard)

I walked into my apartment while on the phone with Beth, getting the latest gossip from the Midwest.

“He went to the formal with – a lizard? Ew, get out!” I said into the phone.

A day or two after the previous incident, another lizard must not have gotten the memo. The four-legged friend was rapping, rapping at my apartment door. I must have been nearly napping and so faintly he came tapping that I scarce was sure I heard him. So he probably flung open the door and entered on his own.

I whipped out the camera to take a photo, but it only led the lizard farther into my apartment. It ran up the peach-colored wall, above my chamber door and to the corner of the living room. It hid behind a picture frame. I turned the lights on and off. I snapped more shots.

“No, the door is this way,” I tried to tell him.

I would have to trap the guy in order to get him out of there safely. What do I catch him in? I got a paper bowl and a Ziploc bag, but I wasn’t able to get him.

He ran onto the carpet, blending in, then hid underneath my printer. And the second I looked away, I lost him.

I looked under the couch and under the table, but still no lizard. Where did he go?

I’ll never find him. I’ll assume he’s here until I see him walk out the door; and even if he does, I can’t imagine he’ll have the decency to tell me he’s leaving, or if he’ll be home by curfew.

But at least this way I’m not completely alone in this apartment – I have a new roommate.

And, best of all, I saved 15 percent on car insurance.

Lia: 2. The Animals: 1.

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