First up, the “sad” stuff. It’s not really sad, thus the reason why I quoted it. But today is the birthday of the person whom, for a time, I thought was my mom, a day that, much like Mother’s Day, I don’t celebrate, and haven’t celebrated in yeeeeaaaarrrsss. Even if I don’t celebrate her bday because of obvious reasons that would make Christina Crawford go “oh, I’ve been there, gurl…”, I still remember it. And I take to the day like any other normal day. It’s not like she celebrates my birthday as well.
Am I fine with that I haven’t talked to her in almost three years? Of course. (The last time we talked, I got so bitter with her bullshit, I hung up on her.) Would I like to establish communication with her again? No, not really. Do I still wish that I had that maternal figure in my life? Absolutely. When I’m with my friends and I see them at ease with their moms, I get a little envious. They have a mom that I wish I had. All I know is that if and when I do become a mother, I want to become that mother that I wish I had to my kids, so that my kids would be happy to celebrate my birthday and Mother’s Day. Resentment between child and parents is a mega-bitch, and I don’t want that to happen if and when I have kids.
Hey, I had to get that off my chest.
Now for some happy stuff. The fashion hor in me has not looked at a fashion magazine in years (they’ve all blown chunks), but I’m very intrigued by the current month’s issue of Italian “Vogue.”
That is model Grace Elizabeth on the cover, and I’m impressed. She looks like she can serve face, unlike some of the big name “models” out there, and it doesn’t sound like she came from rich parents with connections, as far as I know. I definitely would like to see more of her, and hopefully she stays away from ingrates like Uncle Terry and the K-trash.
And her editorial in the magazine!
(more pics here)
She is giving me Suzy Parker realness! And the images are classic Meisel, who is greatly influenced by vintage 60s Avedon here. The editorial harkens back to the golden years of Italian Vogue (the late 80s to 90s), when editorials were so creative and awe-inspiring. Couple Meisel’s work with the right models, and you get GLAMOUR!
One of the things that makes me old is realizing that 1997 was 20 years ago. 20 fuck years ago!! Is it just me or has society devolved since then?
I was a pre-teen going on to my teen years that year. I was sporting Skechers platform shoes so I can be like a Spice Girl, and I tuned to NBC every Thursday night (?) to watch “3rd Rock From the Sun.” Why? Because my boyfriend was on that show:
Hahaha, of course Joseph Gordon-Levitt was never my man in real life. (That didn’t stop me from calling him mah boo in my bedroom while I looked at his pics in “Bop” magazine with loving eyes. You’d do the same thing if you were a sad, chubby nerd like me then!) I can’t believe it’s been 20 years since I’ve heard of him. He’s one of the few teen heartthrobs of that time that grew up to have a steady head on his shoulders. The other girls flooded their basements for Jonathan Taylor-Thomas and that Zachary Ty Forgot-his-last-name-but-he-was-on-the-same-show-as-JTT dude, but I adored JGL the most. Him, and my other boyfriend at the time, Taylor Hanson. (Do you see a pattern here?)
Ah, teen crushes. Speaking of crushes, here’s my newest one:
WHO IS THIS AND I WANT TO RIDE HIM!!!
All I did was run a search on “nonsensical rant gifs”, and he showed up. I see his “name” is “Danny Sexbang”, but, as fitting as the last name is, what is his real last name, so I can practice writing it after we get hitched. Bahaha, just kidding! I don’t want to get married to him, and I know not a thing about him other than he got fine face (fingers crossed that I don’t find anything incriminating about him), but I still want to ride him (after I’m done with Keanu, of course).
“Do I look like the type to get sloppy seconds?”