This spring, one of the hottest looks is fake eyelashes.

That might be all well and good for the single gal who’s got oodles of time to sit and glue them on.

That isn’t me.

So what’s the next best thing? An eyelash curler!

I admit I was skeptical. Even though as the years have drifted by and my eyelashes keep drifting southward, I didn’t think an eyelash curler would make a whole lot of difference.

Well, this is Glinda’s mea culpa, because I was so very wrong. After doing the research, I went ahead and got the Shu Uemura Eyelash Curler because it is acknowledged far and wide as the best curler out there. No pinching, no pulling, gets all the lashes in one swoop. And better yet, you can fool people into thinking you are more awake than you actually are! Always a bonus at those PTA meetings!

So, spend the three dollars more for a fantastic eyelash curler. I promise you won’t regret it.

Shu Uemura eyelash curler.

What have we been telling you about this guy all along? If you want to know who to blame for Jennifer Aniston’s broken heart, look no farther than this twitching tempter, the evil Elmo!

via JustJared.

Well, Cary Grant had to lose at some point, and the handsome Gregory Peck was just the man to hand him his walking papers. Sorry Cary, it was wonderful while it lasted!

Today I’ve got a stealth candidate, one whom I think we forgot used to be young and good looking. You see, I grew up with him being Mr. Roarke, and then the follically disastrous Khan in the Star Trek movies. But da-yum, he was one good looking guy back in the 50’s! Did you know that he danced with Cyd Charisse and starred with Lena Horne and Esther Williams? I thought not.

And, no pity votes because he recently passed away. Mr. Roarke would be displeased that he got pity votes, methinks.

Versus

That’s it, I’m switching to organic milk.

I don’t know why, but it seems I’ve run out of clothing stores.

It’s not that they are all closing down due to the economic times, although that could be an issue sooner than I think.

It’s just that almost all of the clothes out there are either too “young” or too “old.”

And I fall somewhere in between.

There is a time in everyone’s life when they need to look in the mirror and admit to themselves that a teenager will always look better in something than you do. I’m definitely at that point.

I have to say that I’m not a big fan of older women who dress like teenagers.  I think it makes them look ridiculous.  Perhaps they are feeling young at heart, but that doesn’t mean they need to wear low-rise jeans, midriff-baring tops, and hoodies.  I live in the land of women who do everything in their power to deny their ages, and at the mall I once saw what must have been a woman in her sixties wearing a very expensive, very trendy outfit that would have looked at home on a sixteen year old.  Sixty? I’m sorry, but no. It looked very, very, wrong.

But I’m in that awkward age range that certainly is long past young adult, and yet isn’t middle-aged, either.  Designers, it seems, go for either one or the other. And while there are things that I like, I certainly can’t afford them.  It’s that damn lack of money thing that keeps getting in my way.  Of course I have good basic foundation pieces, but sometimes I’m looking for something different, you know? 

So I find myself wandering aimlessly through clothing stores, seeing nothing that I feel fits my age or my attitude. 

Or maybe I’m just in denial myself.

Normally, a trip to the mall is pretty uneventful. The biggest news is a 30% off sale at the video store. But sometimes, especially if you live in LA, something magical happens at a mall, and it doesn’t even involve John Cusack and going back twenty years (sorry, I was regressing for a second there).

It involves only this: Improv Everywhere. And napkins. Lots of napkins.

Can you guess which handsome celebrity Dad is hiding underneath all of that?

While I was getting my hair cut at the salon today, I spoke with my stylist about cutting off inches to make the ends look nice and healthy.

I told her I had already warned my husband that I would be cutting my hair shorter than normal in order to get rid of some ends that were looking, shall we say, less than optimal.

“Oh men,” she laughed. “They do love their long hair, don’t they?”

We then got into a discussion about how men can get all squirrely on you when you drastically change your hair. And how some women think that you should cut your hair only the way you like it, regardless of what your man thinks.

I’m not one of those women.

Don’t get me wrong, I am all for those women. It is totally their right to cut their hair however they wish.  If they want to shave it all off, I’m all for it.

However, I do try to keep my husband and his preferences in mind when trying out a new style.  Take, for example, me.  I don’t really like facial hair on men. Or long hair for that matter. And it makes me happy that my husband keeps me and what I like in mind when he doesn’t grow a beard or long hair.

Relationships are about give and take, and for us, hair is one of the things we choose to indulge each other.  Taking out the trash? Not so much. 

But I resent people who think I am catering to or “giving in” to my husband by keeping my hair fairly long. I don’t do it out of a sense of oppression or thinking that he will no longer love me if I get a pixie cut.

But if long hair makes him happy and I’m fine with that, where exactly is the problem?