| AJ ( @ 2004-07-22 22:21:00 |
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During my freshman year at USC, Donna, who some met in Vegas at the wedding, gave me some advice that has stayed with me, even if not always enacted: I told her about my troubles with people who did not like me in high school, who then gossiped and got other people to believe unflattering things. As a fellow Leo, she knew that our well-known weakness for flattery and people who appear to like us had the flip side of us finding it impossible to like people who seem to dislike us. But she added, "Well, you know what I do when someone is bitching about me to someone else? I make a point of being extra nice to that person and doing everything I can to get that person to wonder, 'Why did so-and-so say that about her? She's so nice!'"
Taking her lead, I have been putting on a happy face at work, being cheery, and doing my best to act like I love my job. It helps. Much improvement in my own attitude. I just don't think it matters for certain people who have made up their minds.
But, nonetheless, my new mantra for dealing with haters is "WWDD?" :-)
Lots of fierce females heating up summer's women's mags. My fave are Xtina on US Elle, Keira Knightley on US Cosmo, and Catherine Zeta-Jones in W.
Xtina argues how music has always been "raunchy," contrary to popular ideas of the coarsening of our culture. She also has the sense to see that bored tabloids have switched the stories they choose to tell abt her and Britney. Xtina is now the Good Girl, transformed by love and conservative fashion. Britney has gone Bad, drinking in public, taking up with someone else's babies' daddy, and, worst of all, getting a beer belly.
Keira comes off frank and uncoached, and very British, talking about people in LA who were surprised that her teeth weren't "THAT bad," and how she needs "longer legs and bigger tits." She also discusses the 45 minutes of daily make-up shading work they did on her chest for "Pirates" to give her the appearance of cleavage. Her words.
CZJ I can't help but adore for being the ballsiest Libra ever. She cagily notes that her cell-phone sponsor saw sales rise during her campaign with them, so why shouldn't they pay her millions for her endorsement? It's fair compensation for her, and a good investment for them. My fave part is when she wonders why don't more people congratulate her or say "Good for her!", seeing that she has worked so hard her entire life in show biz, made her own money, and clawed her way to Hollywood's A-list. And she disses stars who act in interviews like the limelight, the fame, the fortune are things to be shied away from, to almost be ashamed of, when she figures, Hey, this is what she came here for. Loves her.
I also should warn those of you tired of Britney wedding tales or perhaps aghast at the coverage of Mary-Kate's emotional and physical woes that those two stories produced a noticeable up-tick in sales at my cashier station. All sorts of women bought both the People cover with Britney talking about her "happily ever after" and anything with Mary-Kate on the cover have been flying off the shelves.
A mom of three daughters, ages 6-11, had to give quick explanations of anorexia and why she thought M-K did or did not have an eating disorder, as girls at school were discussing.
More amusing was the one who I heard say, "No." "Why not, Mom?" "Because you are 13. Come back to me when you're 17." Bone of contention? The latest issue of Seventeen with Hilary Duff on the cover.
Someone will have to explain the appeal of fake, wannabe skank, thinks-she-can-dance Lindsay Lohan, though. ;-P
So, being due in late Nov and being a prima para (first-time preggo) means I meet milestones later than the other mums on my list and need lots of things explained to me. One bit others have been talking about is Baby having hiccups. Whaaa? How do they know? What is that like? Has that happened to me?
Turns out, fetal hiccups are like orgasms: If you have to ask if you've experienced it, you have not. ;-D I can say this after this afternoon's rhythmic thwumps for five minutes of Vengeance hiccups.