Friday, August 29, 2008
Normally, I am not political. Wait! I am very political but do not share that with the world. Only Loquacious, Vegas Shopper and my Partner-in-Crime know my inner political thoughts - which tend to be very politically incorrect.
So, when I was driving to my early morning client meeting this morning, and found out that Leader of the Geriatric Brigade decided to pick former Miss Alaska-Runner-up to be on his Election ticket as VP, my head was spinning at 100 mph with evil thoughts.
First.. she looks so old for 44 year old! My goodness, I am 44 turning 45. No excuse for the last-minutes long flight from Alaska to Ohio - she had the comfort of private jet!
Then... she could be VP of the US of A... from Alaska?!! - the state with the population of... 600K? 700K? where 52% of that is male - whose signature fashion is to have the faded circle on the Levi's from toting Copenhagen?! I have not yet recovered from the trauma of witnessing horrific "spitting" scenes in the white-collar offices in Alaska - even after 17 years...
And she has a nerve to call Hillary a whiner!
Mrs. Geriatric Brigade can coach her on some refined fashion... like Oscar.... that is... only if Mr de la Renta allows himself and his fine creation to be anywhere near the woman who probably smells like fish and gun powder?! No.. the best Mrs. Palin deserves is.... Tory Burch! Yuck!!
I told ya - I am very politically incorrect - it's nice to be female, non-Caucasian and over 40 because I cannot be politically incorrect on my own types!
Maybe, as my political contributions EVER to GOP - I should give a gift of 3 year subscription to Harper's Bazaar to Miss Alaska-runner-up.....
I feel generous!
Posted by Hopeless Francophile dreaming La Dolce Vita at 9:49 PM
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
My Partner-in-Crime is in Greece....Rhodes Island to be exact. I have "a thing" for Greece. I have never been there - I cannot even read Greek except βαψ. The closest personal encounter with anything "Greek" for me is to go to Opa! in Las Vegas and do those "swirling" Greek traditional dance, drinking some Greek red wine I cannot prounce.
But I do have this itch for Greece ever since I saw Mediterraeo over 15 year ago. I can't explain what or why - I just love to watch this movie - ALONE (yes, it is very important that I watch this ALONE!). I even bought a region-free, PAL compatible DVD player so that I can buy the DVD from U.K. and watch it on this side of the Pond.
The story is set in Greece (in Megisti Island to be exact...) -but in Italian - which makes it even more pleasant to listen to (though I don't understand Italian at all....). I know I won't survive a week on a remote island like Megisti - where there is no Sushi - no English - forget Japanese. I doubt very much they have high-speed internet access. I know for sure, there is not Lanvin. I know people are probably very "traditional" (=even chauvenistic?!) and I will forever be a foreigner there. But then, there still lives a very optimistic (or stupidly naive) "moi" - longing to move there - yes not just to visit - but to move. Same sort of itch I have for France- to move to a village where you walk to your village boulangerie and butcher shop every morning for your baguettes and carne...
Someday- I will be there..... sell everything I have here and move to a sunny Greek island (tiny one) where I fish my own food out of the sea and make my own sushi.... my skin getting all tanned and leathered from sunshine......
Posted by Hopeless Francophile dreaming La Dolce Vita at 8:19 PM