The Case for the Moratorium, AGAIN

Once again, if these things would just GO AWAY right now, I would totally appreciate it. Thanks!

Beach pollution on O`ahu

Meg Ryan's face on the cover of the latest Allure

The new person in charge of writing E!'s First Look page (oh, please, like we really need more people ripping off Defamer)

That stupid commercial for Jack in the Box with the overzealous marketing guy ("Washington? He's dead! How about... CIABATTA Junior High!")

People who make out in the middle of serious movies - and by "serious" I mean The Passion Of The Christ (gee, it's not too funny now when you're not living in an episode of Seinfeld, is it?)

Tom Cruise and his terrifying new hairdo

Those reruns of Drew Carey from the final season, when nobody cared

Rolling Stone magazine

Every single housemate from this season of Starting Over, which makes this more of a Shut Up and Go Away

That stupid whistle song, supposedly credited to Juelz Santana

The "Face of Nicotine" anti-smoking ad, which... okay, Hawaii, smoking is TEH EVOL (and I totally agree, since I've been smoke-free for years and couldn't be happier), but did you have to be this corny about it?

Kellie Pickler

Charlie Sheen... and Denise Richards

One more story about Eva Longoria's sex life, up to and including mentions of Tony Parker's "performance"

One more picture of Lindsay Lohan with a fake orange tan that makes her look like a prized Japanese carp

One more "controversial" episode of South Park

The Case Against More Local Commercials

Dear "April" from the local LA Weight Loss ad that's been running again lately:

Like many of the people I've written memos to on this blog (see: Oceanic TimeWarner's Digital PhoneGirl and the Lady from the Crest Whitening Strips commercials) I am glad that the product that you're endorsing has worked quite well for you. Believe me, I am psyched to learn that you've lost, well, however many pounds that you've lost with LA Weight Loss, and I can't take that joy away from you. You're rejoicing in your truth, lady, and more power to you for that.

But. That said.

Can I just go ahead and tell you that your hair and makeup in this commercial just terrifies me? I mean, I know that I haven't seen you in more than a month because I've been taking a break from watching too much Oprah and Starting Over, but every time you're on TV, I find myself ducking under the covers because there's just something about you. And by something I mean the following:

- The overly highlighted, overly-sprayed-and-curled-under bangs sprawled over your forehead.
- The bright fuschia lipstick that clashes with your skin.
- The heavy eyeliner that clashes with the fuschia lipstick.
- And, on top of it all, the weird orange hue of your tan, which not only make your arms look like beef jerky, but - in combination with the hair, the fuschia lips, and the wide-eyed "I'm so happyhappyHAPPY!" gaze that you display to the camera - is giving me some serious doubts as to how you really lost all that weight in the first place, wink wink, nudge nudge.

Like I've said, lady, I can't take the joy of your weight loss away from you. And I can't say that it's just you, because bad hair and makeup jobs are actually pretty common in some local commercials. But, really, lady, isn't the point of the commercial to make you look better than you were before you lost the weight? Couldn't the folks at LA Weight Loss be able to afford a good team of stylists to help you do something about your hair, your makeup, and your new body so you wouldn't look like you've been Stuck In The '80s at some point? And don't tell me that the women in your neighborhood dress like that, because I've been to that part of O`ahu a couple of times and I know that there are some beautiful women on that part of the island who don't look like, you know, fashion victims.

I'm sure you're a lovely lady, but please don't make LA Weight Loss do to you what Oceanic did to the Digital PhoneGirl as soon as I press the "Publish" button on this blog. Get thee to the nearest Paul Brown and tell 'em you want to look as sexy as you feel, right now. You'll be happy you did.

Warmest aloha, Meimei

The Case For Not Going Too Fast

Two things just occurred to me right now:

1) I've been totally under the weather since Saturday afternoon.
2) My birthday is coming next week.

I'm not sad about #2 happening, but I'm sure I'd be more thrilled about it if #1 didn't happen first! It's not sitting well with me, especially since I should've seen this coming and I have a tendency to get all space-cadet-y when I get sick. But, as a friend of mine put it recently, getting sick is God's way of telling you to slow down and perhaps stop for a minute, so I'm looking at this as a way to deal with one less worry.

In the meantime, here are some things that I've got on hand to carry me through this moment:

- Aveeno Ultra Calming Moisturizer. I had a coupon, and I saw that this was on sale at Wal-Mart, so I bought both the lotion (SPF 15) and the cream (which comes in an un-tacky plastic tub) since I was on the market for another moisturizer that won't make my skin freak out. So far so good: Both formulas go on like (non-greasy) butter and have left my skin soft without the freakouts. The folks at Aveeno say that I should see results in seven days - and if I keep blowing my nose the way I've been doing since the other night, that's as much time that I'll need to test this adequately.

- Nabisco 100 Calorie Packs. I just bought the Oreo Thin Crisps, and they are fantastic - all the taste of an Oreo cookie without the grease, or the bother of licking the white parts.

- Cheesy dance music from obscure-in-America pop bands. Mark my words: "Faded" by Soul Decision is the best boy-band song to come out of Canada, ever. Also, if you've ever had that moment (as I have recently) when you realized that one of your exes is now working behind the bar at the restaurant where you just had dinner with your friends, no truer words have been spoken than this line from Sugababes: "Ooh, won't you miss me like a hole in the head? Because I do, boy, and it's cool, boy."

- Airborne. Which reminds me: Has anyone noticed that Longs Drugs just came out with their own generic house-brand version of the stuff? Complete with funny cartoons on the box? Cute. But ain't nothing like the real thing, baby.

- Zicam. Not the spray, or the chews, but the old-school Zicam that you have to swab into your nose. Best thing to do in the morning after you blow your nose.

Domesticity for the Men: Or, The Case for the Shared Bathroom

Sorry, folks: What started out as a week-long blogging project has been, sadly, cut short by a number of things - namely an unexpected family crisis and a research paper on which I've been procrastinating like crazy. This also means that there are a few entries that have been banked until further notice, so until I get around to posting them, I'll go ahead with this list-type thing to tide us over.

Beauty Products In My Closet that I Will Be More Than Willing To Share With Another Guy (besides the lip balm and the exfoliating scrub)

- Anything with verbena in it, because it's so fresh and herbal and won't put anyone to sleep. The men in my family seem to share my affinity for L'Occitane Verbena Body Milk and anything from Bath & Body Works' Coconut Lime Verbena line (although my Dad will be perplexed to hear that they've gotten rid of the creamy hand sanitizer), which I do not mind at all. And if you want the best of both worlds, check out Le Couvent des Minimes Verbena & Lemon Hand Lotion.

- A light moisturizer without any bells or whistles. And by this I mean Prescriptives' All You Need+ Moisturizer. If you're going to cockroach one product from my closet, this will be one that I will be willing to share. The SPF 15 version isn't too bad, either.

- Cuticle cream. If your man has a thing against nail salons (and that means you, Dad) hand him a tin of Burt's Bees Lemon Butter Cuticle Creme and tell him to rub it in after cutting his nails. Result: softer fingers and less snaggly toes.

- Also good for those work-beaten hands: hand cream. Our friends in the medical field would like you to know that Gloves in a Bottle is fantastic for those days when that puny bottle of lotion isn't enough. For those of you who blanch at the thought of pulling out a girly-looking tube at your cubicle, there's C. O Bigelow.

- Pomade. Your grandpa will say that our hairdressers stole the idea for us, but you can't argue with the fact that no other hairstyling product has evolved so much since getting co-opted. I, for one, will be way too happy to share my Garnier Fructis Surf Hair Texturizing Paste with just about anyone, because it's such an effortless product to use - just a dime-sized dab of product raked through the coif goes a long way, no blow-drying required - and the "matte" finish does give you the day-at-the-beach effect.

- Tea tree oil. One drop on a Q-tip takes care of zits, insect bites, and other sources of inflammation. Not bad for just $6 at most health-food stores.

- Biore Blemish Fighting Cleansing Cloths. For those moments when you haven't taken care of your skin like you should. Salicylic acid is practically a cure-all in this case: Use the soft side on your T-zone to tame pimples, and use the scrubbier side for those ingrown beard hairs. Follow with a moisturizer on the dry areas, and you're done.

Domesticity for the Men: Or, The Case for the Scrubby Scrub

Okay, guys, I think it's time I did my own take on the whole men's grooming thing. It's not like I'm going to nag you into picking up the GQ or going to Sephora with me. And don't even think for a moment that I will use this as an opportunity to buy something for you; even if I wasn't broke, I trust that you're old enough to make your own purchasing decisions on toiletry products. Which is good, because this post is all about the choices that you will have to make when you do put your own spending power to use.

My inspiration for this post comes from the makers of Axe, who have recently come up with a product that I will best describe as an exfoliating shower gel and body wash. A great idea, since an exfoliating product can help you take care of things like ashiness and body acne... except that this product is sold by the equally lovely name of Axe Snake Peel. SNAKE PEEL?!?

Don't get me wrong; it's still an okay product, and if you're into things like “desert minerals” and earthy, musky fragrances, you can do worse. Let me put it to you this way, though: If I was your bratty little sister, and I found this in your shower, not only would I take pictures of the bottle, but I'll devote an entire MySpace blog to said pictures of your Snake Peel, for all the girls to see. And you don't want that to happen, do you?

That said, if you're looking for another way to get your scrub on, we here at Domesticity are way too happy to help you out. And we can do this without having to drag you all the way to Sephora.

Mild to moderate scrubbing: No need to switch your soap yet. Just pick up one of these scrubby Japanese washcloths - we call them “goshi goshi” 'round here - and lather 'em up in the shower with your favorite soap or body wash. They're flexible enough to pull around your back, but soft enough to use on most days. Just be sure to use a moisturizing and gentle soap/wash with the cloth, though, or you'll end up with tight, dry, itchy skin all over.

Advanced scrubbiness: If you're the type who could use more exfoliation and are willing to go upscale, you're in luck - a lot of major cosmetics companies are doing body scrubs that are gentle enough for your body without the cloyingly sweet scents. Men's Health recommends the exhiliratingly sexy scrub from Molton Brown; Allure gives Bliss' minty formula the thumbs up; and Lush has a citrusy Ocean Salt scrub, which shares similar ingredients with the Sea Vegetable soap that's (allegedly) favored by Jude Law. Bonus: On top of the un-cloying fragrances (good enough to use without cologne) and handsome packaging, none of these products are named after molting reptiles.

Intense scrubbiness: There are some times when certain parts of your body - and by this we mean your hands, feet, and other easily callused parts - will need more scrubbing than your average scrub can handle. No, we're not recommending busting out the steel wool and going all Norm Abram on your calluses, but we do recommend scrubs that have an extra kick to them - like Origins' Ginger Body Scrub, which has bits of real ginger to warm your limbs and scrape up more dead skin cells.

The Case for Maturity

This entry kicks off an entire week of Domesticity for the Men, which focuses mostly on things like good grooming, relationship etiquette, and other cootie-inducing topics... because, as you know, we here at Domesticity just love the menfolk. Read on...

Listen up, young ladies in high school and college: Think your boy problems are significant now? Just wait until you get older.

I was just thinking about this when I tried to watch Laguna Beach not too long ago. (In my defense, it was showing at the student lounge and no one else had control of the remote. Otherwise, five minutes of “The Real Orange County” for me is as enjoyable as sitting through an all-day marathon of The 700 Club.)

Anyhow. It's no surprise why I got very, very annoyed watching all these interchangeable Barbie-fied blonde girls hooking up with the shaving-challenged boys from their high school: None of them seems to act in a very mature way, and yet they're all letting the drama get to their heads so much that they're letting it all out on television for the world to see, like they're the only people in the world who have ever had significant relationships in their lifetime.

At least with The OC, you still get some entertainment value from Mischa Barton's “acting” and “wardrobe” choices, but with this it's just lots of pretty, self-indulgent young people whining about their own overinflated sense of entitlement - and I already get enough of that from hanging out at the mall, thank you very much.

In a certain way, Laguna Beach does mirror the reality of my own overprivileged teen years. At the same time, however, I can't help but compare all that teenage drama to the relationships that I do have now, especially when it comes to men.

In contrast to the intimacy-challenged boys I met in high school and college, most of the men that I've met in the last year or so - regardless of their age, ethnicity, religion, or even marital status - are a lot more open and honest about what they need in their relationships. These are men who have already loved and lost, who have already endured crappy entry-level jobs and very dark moments of the soul. They're a lot more willing to share about their desires to settle down and have a family - or, conversely, their relief about not settling down right away, if only because they don't want to put another person they love (or loved) through so much turmoil.

Mind you, most of these guys that I do meet are older; some of them have steady jobs, or have left said jobs to pursue greater dreams. I also know that there are older men who can't be bothered to settle down, and there are younger men who turn out to be better husbands and fathers than other “babydaddies” in their age group. (Let's not even talk about those who have made me very sad and angry, to the point of entertaining revenge fantasies involving paid thugs, digital video cameras, and the song "My Humps.")

And yet, I still have a tendency to gravitate towards men who are confident in their purpose in life, who are more than happy to take the next big step towards any kind of long-term commitment. Even when I'm on the dance floor at the club, I still end up talking to the guys who are obviously not out to play me - the ones who know that a dance is a dance and not an invitation to other things.

Which makes me wonder: Have the guys gotten better... or do they seem that way because I've grown older and wiser, too? Personally, I don't think I've gotten better with handling my own relationships, but I'm beginning to become more comfortable about my life and my purpose - so it should come as no surprise that the men I meet are no less confident than I am with their own lives as well. Slowly I'm keeping my expectations low and my friendships genuine, even as my patience becomes shorter. Sex isn't even an issue any more - not so much because of my celibacy, but because of the mutual respect that we both have for our friendships and personal boundaries. No mind games, no pressure, no pointless excuses or allowances for “friends with benefits,” and definitely no second-guessing of motives. If they're not giving me a good reason to be closer than I should be, there's no point for me to press the issue further. And vice versa.

So to repeat: Don't worry, ladies. I'm not saying you should go ahead and look for trouble, because that only makes all things more complicated. What I will tell you, though, is that the journey only gets so much better as you move along - as long as you keep on learning and you can see the stumbling blocks for what they really are.

The Case for the Longer-than-Intended Weekend

Just wanted to drop a short line to let everyone know that Domesticity will be taking a break this weekend, starting with Good Friday and ending with Easter. As much as I tried not to enjoy Lent this year, this has turned out to be a lot of fun (and more entertaining than today's episode of Oprah) and I'm kinda sad to see Lent end this way... but, on the other hand, mama's gotta start eating some time soon, so there you go. Also, I'll be attending all sorts of events during the weekend - Good Friday alone has a lot of activity, plus I'll be on the Windward side for Saturday and at church all morning on Sunday - so it's not like I'm going to find time to blog everything. So hopefully I'll be able to resume our discussion on Monday, when everything winds down.

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In other news: Remember how I've been raving about Maybelline's Moisture Extreme lipstick? Well, Longs had them on sale at the Ala Moana store for four bucks (amazing!) and I ended up buying two on different days. Yes, it's moisturizing (though not too moisturizing - I'll stick with my lip balms, thanks) but also surprisingly long-lasting, and a lot of fun to wear.

The first one I bought was Sweet Honey, which in the tube looked like a true red with bronzy shimmer. When I put it on, though, it turned really orange on me, and the effect was less Gisele Bundchen and more Meimei's Mom after a trip to the Estee Lauder counter, circa 1993. I tried to redeem it by layering it with some brown lipsticks that I've had on hand, and it ended up looking more like a proper red lipstick. (This is why I will always buy creamy formulas - you don't get all this fun blending action with most of the goop that passes for long-wear these days!) Still on the fence with this one, though; as much as I like to layer and blend, I don't have much patience to do that on most days... and besides, I'm thinking about giving this to a friend who would look totally hot with the combo of this lipstick and her overall coloration. So I won't be surprised if this gets swapped.

The second one, which I bought this morning, is called Cherry Brown - more like a cherry wood stain than the actual cherry fruit, so it's a brown-based red with no shimmer. This one worked out so much better on me than the Sweet Honey; it's red, of course, but not too dark so as to make me look like a vampire, and not too bright so as to clash with my skin tone. Really nice. This one will be coming with me during the Easter weekend.

As for cute outfits... none so far planned, except that I'm thinking about being comfortable when I go Windward this Saturday, so I've decided on the Old Navy "bell-bottoms" (yes, they're actually boot-cut, but so soft and roomy!) and some seriously strappy sandals with a pretty (though unspecified as of press time) blouse. And I might wear a dress for Easter, as well.

Okay, enough with the talk... see you on Monday!

The Case for the Overshare

Dear readers, as much as I usually don't like to write about my personal life on the Internet (especially after ending my previous, way-too-personal online journal so many years ago) I feel moved to share a little more of myself and how things are going for me in the personal front - especially since there's still a few thematic components that still apply.

Here's the thing: Over the next few months - and on top of all the academic craziness I'll be facing, starting with PRAXIS II and ending with comps - I will be testing the waters of the dating pool once again. Not so much in the "mama's gotta get some action" way, but more along the lines of putting myself out there and getting to know more people in earnest, with the hope of being in a relationship somewhere along the way. This doesn't mean I'll be blogging about my nights out, but this means I will be a lot more conscious about the way I carry and present myself - and, yes, that means more blogging on cute outfits and hot shoes - not to mention hair, makeup, skincare and fragrance.

The thing is, I'm actually looking forward to this new phase in my life, because somehow I feel a lot more confident and secure in myself. It's like I'm genuinely comfortable because I'm doing a lot more for me and not for anyone else - not to keep a job, or to make some acquaintance happy, or to put up some totally fake perception of What A Good Roman Catholic Girl Should Be. (No offense, folks, but trust me - hiding your light under a bushel does not make your any closer to God, if you know what I mean, so it's completely possible to be a good Catholic and still love wearing makeup.) And because I'm growing more into my own confidence, I can now relax and enjoy my life a lot more,and enjoy being around people - especially my own friends and family, who are so good about affirming me and my growth.

So if you notice anything different about me, in person or in this blog - if I'm smiling more, showing more generosity and kindness, or if I'm just glowing with a certain je ne sais quoi - just remember that it's all part of a new deal, and it's gonna be beautiful.

The Case for the Second Cutest Hollywood Baby, EVER

I... I don't know what else to say, but....

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Yeah, you read it right: My man Peter Sarsgaard is not only engaged to Maggie Gyllenhaal, but they're also expecting a baby. Expecting a baby, people.

Kidding aside, folks: I think they're totally in love with each other, and I'm just hoping that the ensuing pregnancy would snap Mags out of the fashion- and bra-challenged funk she's been putting herself through all this time. Besides, the press would be so focused on the Brangelina spawn that this would be an under-the-radar birth by comparison. Also, I predict that this baby will be born with impeccable eyebrows and the cutest little baby smirk, ever. So naturally I'm very happy.

I just hope that Mags doesn't pick a hideous gown for the wedding. Or saddle the Sarspawn with an unfortunate name.

(Unless it's a girl, and they decide to name it Meimei. Because that would be so cool.)

The Case for the Funny Headline

First the failure of Dessert Beauty, and now this: E! Online says that Jessica Simpson is now being sued for her fashion choices.

Gee, I know it's about a failed endorsement deal, and I'm already not a fan of "celebrity" "clothing" lines. (Don't even get me started on the time I first saw the JLO line at Macy's.) But I can't help but think, if only somebody had thought about this sooner...

(Aside: Does that mean I can sue Maggie Gyllenhaal for her "fashion" choices, too? Or should I just stick to giving Gawker and Defamer fake stories about how Peter Sarsgaard is so leaving her for me?)

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In other news, I'm a month behind on Allure again - since I don't have a subscription, I'm still reading the March anniversary issue - and Lindsay Lohan cover aside (*eyeroll*), I just enjoyed seeing all those old pictorials and classic looks from all fifteen years, not to mention a few good laughs from the bad advice they ended up giving at that moment. Good times.

My all-time favorite picture from Allure: Yasmeen Ghauri with red lipstick. Just stunning, even if the eyebrows look dated. And even though she bugs me on most days, I think this cover shot of J. Lo is actually pretty.

Domesticity Retail Mini-Roundup: Lenten Edition (yeah, right)

Okay, so this has got to be the most difficult Lent for me, and I didn't even give up shopping this year - it's just that the rain just started easing up, and so I went to Ala Moana to fight off the cabin fever. (This, after buying a candle at Ross because it smelled exactly like Gucci Rush - a fragrance that I hated when it first came out and couldn't stop smelling everywhere, but all of a sudden I catch a whiff of it after five years and I'm sighing.) So, on to the shopping...

- Sephora is still renovating, but you should've seen how happy I was to see a shelf devoted to Tarte! Now I can check out the lovely cheek stains (hello, Cloud Nine and Blushing Bride) and lip glosses (aloha, Rhett & Scarlett) in person! In other news, Dessert is still on sale at deep discount, and the Fusion Beauty display is fugly.

- Is it me, or have the clothes at Old Navy gotten way too boring lately? Maybe it's because I wasn't in the market for anything basic, but I felt like all of the stuff on the shelves - even the first-run clothes - look like the ones I already have in my closet anyway. In any case, the ONBody stuff was on sale, so I picked up a shower gel in White Chocolate and Orange - the scent is so much better as a bath product than a lip balm. (I would've gotten the moisturizer to go along, but the few remaining tubes were tampered with at the store... and besides, I can always get a Kiss My Face lotion at the health-food store, so it's no biggie.)

- Speaking of white chocolate and orange... I would've also gotten the Mange Too massage bar at Lush, but I was already fearing white-chocolate overkill. Besides, my real reason for being there was the Fever massage bar - sensual and floral without being overwhelming. When the clerk saw me with the Fever bar, she proceeded to dole out a sample of Mirror Mirror cream, and... okay, I get it, it's a firming neck cream. (Lush also claims that some customers use these for their ta-tas, which... um, judging by what it has done to my neck and chin, should be surprisingly effective. I'm not saying it's a bad product; I'm just saying that it's very, you know, gravity-defying, so I'd check it out if you're in the market for that sort of thing.) Still smells nice, though. And the bunny soaps are SO. CUTE.

- And, on a semi-related note: I can't wait for Target to finally sign the dotted line and build that Super!Tarjay over here, and this is the reason why.

The Case for the Growing Blogroll

Those of you who have been reading my blog may have noticed that my blogroll has been growing significantly. Here's a chance to get to know some of these featured bloggers at hand:

- Blogdorf Goodman. I will concede that Annie of Y-town has exceptional taste in shopping and fashion, as evidenced by the content on her blog. While she may have given up shopping for Lent, she and her in-house beauty editor Cavewoman are currently doing 40 days' worth of foundation primer reviews, which have become a must-read for me. (My pick: Sephora Perfection Makeup Base, which will be the first thing I purchase as soon as Black Saturday comes around.)

- Real Girl Beauty: The lovely and stylish Zoe may be honest in her take on beauty, but it's an honesty that isn't at all intimidating or brutal.

- Rubbah Slippahs in Italy. Before the recent events that brought her back to Kauai, Rowena was a local girl working as a pastry chef in la bella Italia. Her blog covers travels and recipes that will make you swoon with joy.

- The Life of a Ladybug: For some reason, Toya and I seem to share the same passions - in particular red lipstick and the entire L'Oreal True Match product line - and her blog is just so beautifully done. Also worth reading for her takes on pop culture, and the surprising tidbits she shares about her life.

- Manolo's Food Blog and Manolo for the Men: The Manolo, he has begun the expansion of his super fantastic media empire! Luckily for us, Izzy (who covers the menswear) and Mr. Henry (who writes about the food) are both surprisingly insightful.

The Case Against Tooth Whitening... In Commercials

Dear Lady From The Crest Whitestrips Premium Commercials:

I have nothing against tooth whitening in general. Heck, as a regular coffee drinker and wearer of red lipstick, I am practically an advocate for anything that makes your teeth look so much better than it should be. That said, I feel the need to tell you that you have replaced Jessica Simpson and the Oceanic Time Warner Digital PhoneGirl as the Person In TV Commercials That I Wish Would Just Go Away, Like, Right Now.

Let me replay this for you, shall we?

"In high school I fell in love with fashion. Think I wore bell bottoms... or leg warmers?... [smugly] I'llnever tell!"

Lady, I'm glad that the Whitestrips are working out for you, but please don't be so delusional that we'd be impressed about how old you really are behind those Wite Out-white teeth. Besides, I've got family members old enough to wear bell bottoms and leg warmers (but not at the same time), and I've personally lived long enough to witness The Hustle and the Electric Slide. And, lady, believe me when I say that we look so much better and much more convincing than your badly-dancing candy ass.

BTW, your friend in the other commercial, who won't tell us if she went to see Cher with or without Sonny? Is totally lying. Unless the "Sonny" she's talking about is actually Sonny Corinthos from General Hospital, because nothing makes me laugh harder than the thought of Maurice Bernard belting out "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves" while wearing Crest Whitestrips. Now, THAT is a tooth-whitening product commercial for you!

Yours sincerely,
Meimei (a proud user of Crest Whitening Expressions in Cinnamon Rush)

The Case Against Fabulosity

Okay, people, 'fess up: Which one of you placed your bets in the Divorce Pool for Russell & Kimora to split up this weekend? Because: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA.

Also, if you thought KLS' makeup line was ugly, wait until you read Amazon's recommendations for those of you who bought her book. (And woe to you folks who truly believe that your life will change when you get advice from both Kimora and Bonnie Fuller.)

Now I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger...