A frog's a frog, doesn't matter who kisses him

So, Christie Brinkley's marriage is officially down the crapper. Sad for her. And I've said it before and I'll say it again - I don't know how many guys my age would say about a woman that she's "pretty, but she's no Christie Brinkley." How dumb is her husband? He had the Christie Brinkley, and blew it. Talk about going out for a burger when there's steak at home.

But this is her fourth marriage to go down in flames. Four.

I think that says something to any woman who ever wondered if she was pretty enough to keep her husband. Or thought about doing something to her appearance to keep a marriage going. You're not pretty enough. Nobody is. There's nothing you can do to change your face or your butt or your boobs that will make a man stay faithful. If her husband cheats, that just puts the last nail in that idea's coffin. Pretty has nothing to do with it. Either you're with a faithful person or you're not. Period. A good man is a good man, no matter whether he's married to Cinderella or the ugly stepsister. And if Cinderella marries a cheater, she gets cheated on.

Let's do the Time Warp again!

Wheeeeee! George Michael!

I was thinking about this last night. This has really been my year to jump in the Wayback Machine. How many people get to not just relive their childhood, but relive their childhood with a live soundtrack provided by the original artists? Though, to be perfectly accurate, I'm not reliving my childhood, I'm reliving my '80s. Brett Michaels. Then Huey Lewis. Now George Michael. Now if only Prince and Duran Duran would come to town.

In picking out my outfit for the show, I'm having really conflicting fashion impulses. Part of me wants to wear what I would consider cute today. Some sort of drapey top, sandals with a heel, and jeans with a modest boot flare to balance my immodest booty (gotta keep that backfield covered). But the part of me wants to completely relive my teen years, and wear what I would have thought was cute if I had been able to see Wham! in its original lineup. I'm gravitating towards menswear look vests to pair with a white t-shirt, skinny jeans and my Chucks (think Mary Stuart Masterson in Some Kind of Wonderful). I've even seen a little black porkpie style hat that I would have given my left pinky finger for in 1987. I know. I know. It's so sad. Though luckily I gave away the peace symbol necklace that I wore with everything that year. Oh, my god. So scary.

So, anyway. I've got that decision to make. The '80s revival has one thing going for it over modern/hip casual. Chucks are way more comfortable than heeled sandals (my feet were so much happier back in the day). But we'll see if I have the guts to throw social norms to the wind, and dress like I truly am lost in the '80s. Well, it is me. I wouldn't bet against it.

An Immodest Proposal

http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-nudebeach5-2008jul05,0,7671185.story

I saw the headline and thought "Ick. Nude beach. Who wants to see chubby people naked on the beach?" But then I saw the picture with the article. These folks (tastefully holding their surfboards at a discreet angle) look pretty trim and healthy.

Then I thought, maybe that's the answer to our country's weight problems. Ban clothes. Wouldn't you have a different attitude towards your body if you knew that you wouldn't be able to hide that extra donut behind a pair of fat pants? A good pair of black slacks and a peasant blouse can be a really nice safety net when I know I've been hitting the candy jar a little too hard. Knowing that all the junk food in my trunk was going to be out there for the world to see, literally, I'd probably make different decisions about my diet. "Cheesecake? Sur. . .oh. Um. No thanks."

Check your local listings - New Season Starts Tonight!

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Note to self: Get prescription for OCD medicine

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Go, baby turtles! Go!

http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-44263#

Okay. I have no clue how to embed video. But baby turles are just hella cute. Look at the little buggers go!