OKAY. WE GET IT.

There are some words that should just never be adverb-ized OR made into nouns. You decide which. That word is on the label 4 times! Is this necessary?

I hate Einstein Brothers

I just have been so corporately disappointed lately. Einstein Brother Bagels used to be my favorite lunch place, my biggest issue was trying to decide between most most favorite 3 things to get. Then they changed their menu to Incredibly Boring and is just pointless to eat there. I was pretty desperate for a lox and bagel all week and stupidly thought EB would be the place to go. You know how you really really want something and you think about it all the time until you get it?It messes with your head, man. I almost cried when they put it in front of me. It was the lamest lox and bagel EVER. Barely any cream cheese. A teeny slice of lox. NO capers. NO onion. All this let down cost me $6.50. It reminded me of the that horrible sandwich from Quizno's that made me so angry I took a picture of it to make an Anti Quiznos flyer. And then Jiffy Lube loses the big J logo! Who does not love a J?
I had the opposite experience at Bazbaux Pizza on Mass Ave tonight. Delish food, sweet waiter and the best hair dos in the city. Seriously, every single person who worked there had a fresh, modern, hip haircut. I felt positively medieval with my long locks. Go Local!

Carry the torch

BCBG has a reputation of being knock off city and I used to studiously avoid it. Now I can't because they have a big store at Keystone at the rich people Crossing right between Anthropologie and Saks. They may be unoriginal, but man, do they have some cute stuff. A lot of cocktail type attire that is low on the hoochie factor, which is refreshing (I am looking at you, bebe). And a nice big sale rack, oh yea

I had my mini me with me and when we walked into the mall she gasped in delight "Mommy! What IS this place? It is beautiful, how come you have never taken me here before?" So we talked about commerce and branding and demographics and the Simons and Chanel

They will always be a classic

I still bust out my Doc Martens 5 eyelet boots from time to time. You can't beat them in a mosh pit and when I am cutting down trees they are a must. They now make them in little kids sizes, how anti-anti-establishment, but cute. Not surprisingly, their website is pretty cool www.drmarten.com They are having a design contest which is very Threadless of them and have paired with Yohji Yamamoto for some great floral design in the 13 eyelet tall boot. I picked up some plaid ones at the Goodwill yesterday. I think they will fit but eben adter all these years I still cannot figure out DM goofy sizes

More cowbell

When I would go to house parties back in the day, all these weird drum circles would erupt in the wee hours. While it served it purpose of making everyone not completely wasted want to leave (that is why they did that, right?) it always stuck me as kind of silly. Now, I have a kid that can make noise with any thing, be it a potato, a single stick, his personal head, I mean, he is his own drum circle. We went Bongo Boy's weekly one last night to show him how to professionally make a lot of noise and he was quite impressed. Now he wants his own "racas and big dum" which will only happen if we we move. And he stays here. What does one wear to a drum circle? I decided to go Dread Pirate Roberts with that sash but skipped the eyepatch

Daddies

Lately, it seems, I've been reading and hearing a lot about men growing up with hard daddies. Making them fight when they are four, never seeing them hug their mamas, drunks, drunks, and more drunks. Aside from some personal disclosures, the worst by far is Augusten Burrough's " A Wolf at the Table" which I could not bear to read past the second chapter and the best is Rick Bragg's "Prince of Frogtown" Oh, how these tough men love their horrible fathers. All that harshness makes a hard, hard crust that gets bigger the more you heap on it, so much trying to crush the small part of a boy that is soft and tender. Fathers must do this thinking to prepare them for life that is full of casual cruelness. Or maybe because if they treat them with any tenderness, that means their daddies were monsters, and they cannot bear to believe that.

I know this a superficial frivolous fashion blog and I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer. So, to cheer you and me up, here is the outfit I want to photographed in if I am ever in a magazine, swear to god. From Viktor and Rolf's fall 2005 collection, this outrageous dress combines my favorite things: high fashion, sleeping and making a big old scene

I don't even LIKE outside

Hi, my name is Jennifer and I have just escaped from the Athleta catalog. Please, bring me some central air, lipstick and a Scotch, stat!

Last night I was returning home from my workout, which apparently took place during a huge storm because there were limbs down all over the place that were not there before. Suddenly, the road was blocked by a huge tree! Which I ran over. But the next one was even bigger so I had to stop, which was only possible because I was no longer going 70 miles an hour like the first time. Suddenly, I was surrounded by villagers wielding chain saws, who, instead of banging on my windshield, processed to dismantle said tree and clear the road. It was just the best, mass spontaneous, help out ever! Suddenly, Indiana is a very cool place to be. Where else would that happen and you not have to tip? Kiss Kiss, cute neighbors!!!