June 4th, 2010

Personal Triumphs are Overrated




An Excerpt from Rachel Maddow’s 2010 Commencement Speech 
Smith College
…Frankly, if all goes well, life is long. So if you might take advice from me I would offer this, hopefully life is long. Do stuff you will enjoy thinking about and telling stories about for many years to come. Do stuff you will want to brag about.
No one brags to the grandkids that they were one of the geniuses behind poisoning all the industrial alcohol in the country. Nobody’s going to brag to grand kids about “Who-needs-wetlands? Let’s-have-a-subdivision-and-a-shipping-canal-instead” decisions that made New Orleans the tragedy and the distant hope that it is today — and the 40 percent of our nation’s wetlands that is Louisiana’s beaten, bloodied coast.
Nobody’s ultimately going to brag to their kids about having told the country that we ought to invade Iraq because, you know 9/11, and it ought to be easy. Imagine in the family history: “Yeah, then granddad went onto TV and said war in Iraq would take six weeks, max.” Nobody wants to remember that about granddad.
So I would advise, if you have the choice, don’t be the granddad, don’t be the grandma whose temporal personal triumph is something you only hope is something that gets forgotten in history.
In the big picture, standing at the age 22-ish or 40-ish or 62-ish — Ada Comstockers, right on — standing at the age you are now at graduation, looking for your own deep-water horizon, consider the possibility that you might very well get old — everybody hopes you do. Be part of good decisions because the stuff you do now you will want to be bragging about when you become 90.
How do you become part of good decisions in the absence of a crystal ball? The best way to guess what is going to work out in the future and to figure out what you’ll be glad you played a role in is to get smart and get smart fast, to take the opportunities you’ve got very seriously, to continue your education not necessarily in a grad school way, but in a lifelong way, be intellectually and morally rigorous in your own decision-making and expect that the important people in your life do the same if they want to stay important to you.
Gunning not just for personal triumph for yourself, but for durable achievement to be proud of for life is the difference between winning things and leadership; it’s the difference between nationalism and patriotism; it’s the difference between running for office and devoting yourself to public service; it’s agreeing that you’re part of something; taking as your baseline that you will not seek to reach your own goals by stepping on your community; it means coming to terms that your country needs you, Smith Class of 2010.
There will come times in life and career ahead when you have to choose between integrity and more short-term temptations. You will be the press secretary who is asked to lie to the press; you will be the regulator asked to approve the drilling with the Mickey Mouse safety plan; you will be the artist commissioned to make what you suspect is propaganda; the engineer pressed to use the cheaper, unsafe welds; the job applicant asked to cross the picket line; the research scientist expected to round to the nearest publishable conclusion; the spouse tempted to cheat; the physician tempted to schill; the staff sergeant asked to keep quiet; the politician confronted with the focus group that proves how well appeals to racism poll in your district; the pundit offered the talking point; the procurement officer offered the kickback.
In the short term it’s always crystal clear what advances you further, what makes you famous, what gets you your boss’ job, what gets you elected, what gets you rich.
In the end, though, blood will out.
History has a way of not remembering that some of those Iraq War press secretaries had real talent in the White House press room; or that BP and Trans-Ocean had a real talent for drilling down to find oil deeper than anyone else.
When given the choice between fame and glory, take glory. Glory has a way of sneaking up on fame and stealing its lunch money later anyway.
Life might very well be long, keep your eye on the horizon and live in a way that you will be proud of. You will sleep more. You’ll be a better partner. You’ll be a better mom. You’ll be a better friend. You’ll be a better boss, and you will not have to remember any complicated lies to brag about at the old age home because you can brag about the truth of your well-lived life.
In conclusion, I’m not going to be egotistical enough to ask you to remember any of this advice. […]sYou are graduating from Smith College. You are well prepared. You are poised. You’re well connected. You are wicked smart. You are already accomplished.
Do not for yourself today, but for yourself to be proud of at the end of your life. Do not for the fame, but for the glory – learn the difference. Do not just for your own life, but for the life of your nation, that is still, for all its challenges and its flaws, is in many ways the best hope on earth. A country that needs you and the best you have to offer and your best judgment.

June 3rd, 2010

Rent-a-Hubby

I love throwing parties. My husband does not. I’m an obsessive overachiever with catering price comparisons and costco lists. I bully my girlfriends into baking hundreds of mini cupcakes; i’m a better delegator than baker.

But once the party starts, and I have my first cocktail in hand, I am notorious for letting guests fend for themselves. I have too much fun flitting around barefoot, catching up with neighbors, and making obnoxious toasts while standing on chairs. 
My husband refuses to partake in my party mania. He refuses to follow my commands, instructions, or even gentle suggestions. It is better for our marriage for me to find help elsewhere. It is better for me to rent-a-hubby.
This past April, I was referred to a wonderful waiter who wouldn’t mind helping out for a Sunday birthday brunch. He arrived on a drizzly morning, wearing the coziest hoodie sweatshirt I had ever seen. He grinned and asked how he could help. Within minutes, he was standing on a ladder hanging chinese lanterns. And to my surprise, he kept on grinning.
He wanted to change into the standard black shirt before the party started, but I demanded he keep his hoodie on. Our friends thought he was a super attentive friend. They didn’t know he was my rent-a-hubby
I’m ordering the same hoodie for my real husband. I hope it will have magical powers. I hope it will inspire him to slice fruit, make finger sandwiches, and pick up empty cups. But I’m not holding my breath.
THE RENT-A-HUBBY UNIFORM
The unisex Rocky Eco-Fleece Zip Hoodie by Alternative Apparel
June 1st, 2010

a little piece of heaven

My Elementary School Journal Entry from October 27, 1993.
When I grow up, I want to be a writer and write children’s books and musical plays. I would make up songs and choreograph dances for the play. In the summer, I would live in the country in a small yellow house with white shudders on the windows and a bright white front door. In the back there would be a stable full of pretty horses. There would also be a big pool and a dance room connected to the house. In the winter, I would go in to Chicago and New York to perform the plays.
Nearly seventeen years after I wrote this journal entry, I’ve found the architects for the country dream house: Backen, Gillam, & Kroeger. And thanks remodelista.com for their introduction.



May 29th, 2010

Happy Memorial Day Weekend

Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo,
flying across in front of a beautiful sunset?
And he’s carrying a beautiful rose in his beak,
and also he’s carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet.
And also, you’re drunk.
-Jack Handy [SNL]

May 25th, 2010

Naughty Bits

Queen Bee’s mother warned her, “Once you kiss a suitor, beware: it’s a slippery slope from there.” The same holds true with Ebay browsing. One minute Queen Bee is ordering the flirty vintage novel Illusion, Marry for Love, and the next, she is spiraling down the filthy cyber rabbit hole to find bachelorette inspired bits and bobs.
[Little Lady Company StationeryBrothel Lust CandleStrip He Coaster SetAdult Mad LibsSex Tips to Straight Women from a Gay ManBitch WinesLove PotionLacy Knickers.]

May 24th, 2010

ONLY IN L.A.

                                                [photo credit: BUG]


“At Least He Drives a Prius…”

May 17th, 2010

Isabella Huffington Art Exhibit

Did you ever itch to take creative license with your high school bedroom? I had a lovely room with buttercup walls and white plantation shutters. Nevertheless, I dreamt of painting my bedroom walls black and hanging black and white photos. My conservative/sane parents said NO, as concerned for my mental health as for the house’s resale value. I think the wildest I ever got was using scotch tape (quelle horreur!) to adhere Marilyn Monroe postcards to the walls.
ISABELLA HUFFINGTON has elevated high school bedroom collage into high art. And while Arianna Huffington would frown on a bunch of strangers moving into her college-bound daughter’s bedroom, we can get our fix by admiring these impressive mixed media prints.
The young artist held her first exhibit at the William Turner Gallery in Bergamot Station this past Sunday. By the time Queen Bee left, every piece had sold. I like to think of her sharpie on poster board works as postmodern pointillist pop. See more here: isabellahuffington.com

May 12th, 2010

That Should be in a Sitcom!

Lucille Ball was a master of physical comedy. I am a victim of physical comedy. I have hydroplaned on countless wet floors. A mechanical parking gate has karate chopped me in the face [see image below]. I am attacked by the swinging dryer door on my stacked washer and dryer on a weekly basis. I should wear a helmet.
We live in the hills and that darn Hollywood sign taunts me daily. Like Lucy, I drive my “show biz” husband nuts with my schemes. A few years ago, they were casting his first studio feature. It was a romantic comedy a la High Society. All of the characters were dreamy, rich, and attractive. Guess the part I landed: the puking roommate. My first big screen Hollywood close up and I have chunky minestrone soup smattered on my face. Because, like Lucy, I can be egged on to do anything for attention. And what’s my special talent? Burping on command. 
My husband developed a sitcom this past winter. He named the wife character after me. I admit this went to my head. Anytime I did something I found to be cute, clever, or amusing, I’d say: That should be in a sitcom. Wink. Wink. Nudge. Nudge. I was impossible to live with. 
Before you start feeling sorry for my Desi, remember: he proposed. He knew what he was getting in to. Okay. Well, maybe he didn’t. But everyone at our wedding seemed to. During our vows, our sweet minister asked him to repeat after her: “I ask that you [wifey] be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not yet know of you—” The guests broke out in laughter. And not in an “oh, that’s cute” sweet chuckle, but in a “jeez louise, good luck to him” full on chortle. What bride has to shush her guests during her wedding vows? That should be in a sitcom. 

May 10th, 2010

Missoni Color Therapy

Los Angeles. [image: Henri Matisse: Open Window]
What is it about Italians that make the rest of us feel like we aren’t really tasting, seeing, experiencing what is around us? Is there something in Italian water that makes them experience the IMAX 3-D version of life? I tried to crack the case this past Friday at the Legends of La Cienega 2010 design celebration.
Wanda Jelmini, the creative director of Missoni Home, flew in from Italy to speak on the La Dolce Vita panel. It is no surprise that Wanda Jelmini lives for color; as the niece of Rosita Missoni, color obsession is in her DNA.
Wanda Jelmini’s Favorite Color: White. She needs to start every season with a clean slate to make herself open for new inspiration. Plus, white is the union of all colors. 
Most Influential Artist: Matisse. When she stands in front of Matisse’s work, she says, “[…]another side of my color vibration is claimed.”
Wanda’s Color Therapy: She prescribes healing with color. If someone comes into her office and doesn’t feel right, she will prescribe a color for the person to wear the next day. And she swears they feel better. Queen Bee suspects the remedy is as much about “the patient” being in the presence of such a vibrant, contagiously enthusiastic woman as it is about her color recommendation.
Here are some Missoni Gateway Drugs to satiate us until we can afford to upholster our St. Tropez yachts in Missoni fabric.

May 4th, 2010

Twenty-Something Girl vs. Forty-Something Aliens


By Queen Bee
If Samantha, Charlotte, Carrie, and Miranda were chatting over mimosas in WeHo today, they would have looked up at this billboard and choked on their bellinis. How could The Sex and The City franchise rationalize this monstrosity? What was the objective besides inciting car accidents and eating disorders? Queen Bee fears there was a photo-shop erase-off between the stars. But here are other possible motives:
#1:Attract male audiences by making Sex and the City sequel look like a sci-fi Avatar-inspired femme-bot film.
#2:Convince Grey’s Anatomy Fans that Izzie Stevens has replaced Kim Cattrall[see image below.]
#3:Remind the weaker sex they don’t deserve role models.  Photobucket
Personally, I’d trade my Sex and the City ticket in to see Kim Cattrall fifteen pounds heavier and looking fifty in the upcoming Meet Monica Velour.
Queen Bee would like to leave you with this beauty tip: Hair should never be wider than face. 
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May 3rd, 2010

Happy 99th Birthday Great Aunt Ida!

Morocco is Great Aunt Ida’s favorite place in the whole world. Today we’re bringing a little bit of Marrakesh to her.
[menu designed by Queen Bee]

April 27th, 2010

get me to the church on time

[photo by robin proctor]
WEDDING SEASON is fast approaching! I’ve asked Queen Bee for her thoughts on bridal registries
CRATE & BARREL: Varying price points. Fun kitchen gadgets that will fill your junk drawers. 
WILLIAM SONOMA: Stepford wifey-ish. Projects to in-laws that your college tuition was well spent on an MRS degree. 
BARNEY’S: save for second marriage, but highly recommended for first marriage if parents have kiss-ass business associates that will spend. 
POTTERY BARN: the milk toast of registries. That is not to say that Queen Bee doesn’t get a boner at the Pottery Barn outlet. 
BED, BATH, & BEYOND: honey, it’s not like your stocking up for your dorm room. Save the Bubble Spa Foot Bath for your Christmas list.
BLOOMINGDALES/MACY’S: Yes! You can return gifts for shoes and makeup. 
Hope this helps. 
xoxo, Q. B.
Queen Bee’s Bridal Registry:
1. neoclassical french bed with ostrich feathers. 
2. This preppy pink/green tea cup and saucer have managed not to get chipped in over 250 years. 
3. The gilded beech and walnut Turkish bed belongs in Queen Bee’s screening room. 
4. Parisian wall clock from 1747. 
[All are available for theft at The J. Paul Getty Museum.]

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