Just want to forget the things that stress you the eff out- even if for just a few minutes?
Well if you're in that kind of mood, you need to read the smart, sassy and deliciously saucy, THE CHICK-tionary: From A-Line to Z-Snap, the Words Every Woman Should Know by the hilarious Anna Lefler.
Eff Websters. Been there, done that. This is the dictionary we really need.
From Bat Wings to Food Porn to Skinorexia, it's a collection of 450+ words and phrases we all need to know.
And if you leave a comment, you'll be entered to win one of five copies! We'll choose the winners this Sunday, December 4th after 6pm PST. Good luck!
And read on, because Anna's 5 Loves and a Dud are just as entertaining as her book.
Anyone who says this about Vegas is our girl: I love the seizure-inducing lights, I love the watered-down drinks, I love the deeply disturbing people-watching , and I even love the blast-furnace summer weather when the Strip is so arid that it reaches into your nostrils and sucks the air right out of your kidneys. Love it!
CHICK LIT IS NOT DEAD PRESENTS...ANNA LEFLER'S 5 LOVES AND A DUD
1. The Moji Neck+. I discovered this fantastic item last fall and have been addicted ever since. It’s like a shrug that fits around your shoulders, but it’s filled with these little pellets that heat up in the microwave. At the end of the day, I zap that baby for about two minutes, then slip it on and it bathes my neck and upper back in delicious moist heat for half an hour or more. The perfect relaxer after a day of sitting at the computer, you can pretend it’s a secret, inappropriate hug from your favorite teen vampire or, you know, your mother-in-law. Whatever works for you…
2. Vegas. I love the seizure-inducing lights, I love the watered-down drinks, I love the deeply disturbing people-watching , and I even love the blast-furnace summer weather when the Strip is so arid that it reaches into your nostrils and sucks the air right out of your kidneys. Love it! (But why, Anna…why?) The best way I can explain it is to say that going on vacation to Las Vegas is like going on vacation to Mars – it’s the exact opposite of my regular life. And sometimes that’s exactly what I’m in the mood for.
3. Trees. It has been pointed out to me by others in this house that I have a thing for trees. Sheesh, you hang a couple dozen paintings and wall sculptures around the place and suddenly you’re a zealot. Okay, yes! I love trees. They make me happy and I find them soothing. I only recently made the connection between this affinity and the fact that I spent much of my youth sitting in a tree in my front yard in Houston. I loved being up there in the swaying branches, shrouded from view while keeping tabs on our neighbor as she stood on her porch in caftan and curlers watching her dog Pierre poop in our front yard. Anyway…trees. I’m a fan.
4. 60s Jazz. I love 60s jazz, especially West Coast and Brazilian. There’s just something about it that makes me want to crank open the sunroof and take an impromptu road trip to a place where all the women wear scarves in their hair yet don’t look like dorks (which is what I look like when I try to wear a scarf in my hair). I have always felt I was born too late, and 60s jazz is just more evidence of that fact.
5. Room Service. What’s not to love about having your perfect breakfast rolled into your room on a little table before you’ve even brushed your teeth? No, forget your teeth – you’re still in full-on Bride of Frankenstein mode…yet here is stack of crispy bacon and a shiny silver pot of coffee with – wait, is that cream? And a bud vase with a white rose in it? *swoon* And, even better than breakfast, is room service dinner. So decadent, so downright lazy, that I find it irresistible. In fact, it is quite likely that my last words on this earth will be, “Can you call and see what’s holding up that cheeseburger?”
Narcissists. Say it with me: “It’s not all about you!” I am so over self-absorbed people that sometimes I feel I might levitate. Whatever happened to the polite back-and-forth of adult conversation? Whatever happened to asking the other person how they’re doing, or what’s going on in their life? I once sat next to this Hollywood writer/blowhard (a dad at our elementary school) for two hours at a dinner party – and not once did he ask me a single question about what I did with my time. At the end of the meal, I made a point of calling him by the wrong name to let him know that he’d left no impression on me at all, regardless of all the names he’d dropped. I encourage you to do the same: mess with the narcissists’ heads – and maybe they’ll pull them out and realize there are other people in the room! Heh.