Apec is ruining my looks. I have been woken up before dawn every morning by helicopters. And I can’t get into my morning yoga classes because all the surrounding streets and my sneaky little parking place have been sealed off. I’m feeling flabby and puffy and baggy and all the things you don’t want to be feeling, especially at the start of spring. I really should book myself a week at a health farm and send George Bush the bill. After all, with the obscene amounts of money that must be being spent for this event, a couple of thousand extra here or there to keep the citizens of Sydney happy would be a smart spend. I’m not complaining about the public holiday tomorrow though. I could in theory work. I could write you something. But I could also catch up on some much-needed beauty sleep. You can’t disagree with that beauty argument, I know.
But just so you think I’m not a slacker, I’m going to do an extra post today:
I’ve hit some moment in my life when I’m getting nostalgic for the past. I almost bought the entire series of Melrose Place on DVD the other day. Then yesterday Nova played the theme song for 90210 and I got all misty-eyed. And I’ve been watching Sex and the City reruns on Foxtel every night. Last night was the ‘Time and Punishment’ episode from Season 4, where Samantha’s latest fling tells her, “Speaking of wild, it’s getting a bit too wild down there.” And Samantha gets all indignant and responds, “if you were in Aruba, the natives could bead your back.” I’m getting a bit sick of all the hair removal hypocrisy too. The amount of money I spend on waxes, the stress of ingrowns (I think I’ll do a Beauty School on that soon – stay tuned), it’s all starting to really annoy me. But the most annoying thing: we’ve probably done this to ourselves - as in we women. We’re the ones who keep getting more hair waxed or lasered off, and more often, and now men just think it’s the norm, it’s what they expect. And we’re so used to not having body hair ourselves that we’re hardly going to go back to a simple bikini wax. And we don’t seem likely to ever want men to go hairless to even it all up. So we’re kind of stuck with the whole hairy situation.
Well that was a rambling kind of post today, I know. Blame it on Apec and my sleep-deprived state of mind. But it did neatly conclude two things: we don’t like either kind of bush right now.
