Nov 052012
 

My friend Trixie and I once took a class at church where we met a middle-aged man who was a nice guy yet obvi­ously did one drug too many back in the seventies.

One Sun­day when I had stayed home, sick, Trixie called to check on me that after­noon. “Guess who I saw at church this morning.”

Um … God?” I said.

Well, I sup­pose He was there, but I meant a person–not the Supreme Ruler of the Universe.”

I give. Tell me.”

You remem­ber Sev­en­ties Guy? Well, he came to church today wear­ing a Super­man costume.”

I tapped the receiver of the phone. “Did you say a Super­man costume?”

“Yeah, blue tights, red under­wear, boots, and cape.”

“Why would he wear a Super­man cos­tume to church?”

“Well, after the ser­vice, I asked him that, and he said he was look­ing through his closet that morn­ing and just felt like he wanted to wear some­thing dif­fer­ent today. That’s when he saw the Super­man cos­tume at the far end.”

I let the details set­tle in. “You know, I have to respect that. That’s cool.”

“I know,” Trixie said. “I wish I had the guts to just wear a Won­der Woman cos­tume to church on a ran­dom day in April.”

Ever since then, when­ever I feel stale in some area of my life, I ask myself, How could I bring a lit­tle Super­man into this? I haven’t donned a cape yet, but it’s helped me to bring a fresh­ness into the choices I’ve made.

How could you bring a lit­tle Super­man into a stale cor­ner of your own life?

Oct 042012
 

Since Bana­narama is com­ing to the Hard Rock Café in Atlanta on Sun­day for Pink­to­ber, I thought I would com­pile the top ten fun­ni­est Bana­narama sto­ries that I remem­ber them shar­ing in inter­views over the years:

01. The idea for the name Bana­narama came from a love of Roxy Music’s “Pyja­ma­rama” and the fact that their first sin­gle, a cover of Black Blood’s “Aie a Mwana,” was sung in Swahili, so they tried to think of some­thing trop­i­cal, arriv­ing at bananas.  “If we had known we were going to last 3o years,” Keren Wood­ward said, “we would have cho­sen some­thing less embarrassing.”

02. When Keren and Sara Dallin, child­hood friends, first moved to Lon­don, they shared a room at the Y.W.C.A.  Keren worked in the Account­ing Depart­ment at the B.B.C. because she tested well in math, while Sara attended Lon­don Fash­ion Col­lege, where she met Siob­han.  Even­tu­ally, Keren and Sara were kicked out of the Y.W.C.A. for keep­ing late hours, because they liked to stay out late at the clubs.

03. The girls were friends with Paul Cook, the for­mer drum­mer for the Sex Pis­tols.  He let them live in the room above his rehearsal studio

04. Terry Hall of Fun Boy Three saw Bananarama’s pic­ture in The Face (mag­a­zine) and liked their thrift store style, so he rang them up to meet them.  Hall was ter­ri­bly shy and Bana­narama was ter­ri­bly shy, so they all stared at their moc­casins and barely said any­thing.  Even­tu­ally, the man­aged to record a cover of “Ain’t What You Do (It’s the Way That You Do It)” and it was Bananarama’s first big hit.

05. After the suc­cess of “Ain’t What You Do (It’s the Way That You Do It),” Fun Boy Three backed Bana­narama on their cover of the Velvette’s “Really Say­ing Some­thing.”  While per­form­ing the song on Ger­man T.V., they were goof­ing around and acci­den­tally knocked the set down.

06.Siobhan Fahey once asked for a light for her cig­a­rette. Sarah got dis­tracted while light­ing the cig­a­rette and acci­den­tally set Siobhan’s hair on fire.

07. After Bana­narama had a hit with “Robert De Niro’s Wait­ing,” the actor rang them up at the flat they shared and asked them out for a drink. They were so ner­vous that they got hor­ri­bly drunk before they went to meet him.

08. Keren lives with Andrew Ridge­ley from Wham! on a farm in Corn­wall.  George Michael some­times flies out in his heli­copter to visit them.  In a radio inter­view, Keren shared that George had recently given her son Tom a lift back to Lon­don in his heli­copter.  This was shortly after one of George’s auto­mo­bile mishaps, so Keren added, “For the record, he wasn’t dri­ving the heli­copter.  I’m not mad, you know.”

09. While on the Here & Now Tour, a disco ball fell from the ceil­ing, nar­rowly miss­ing Boy George dur­ing a rehearsal.  He joked that Bana­narama was try­ing to kill him.

10. When Sara’s daugh­ter, Alice, was younger, she didn’t believe that her mother had once been in Britain’s most suc­cess­ful girl group and had had more hits than the Spice Girls.

11. Keren and Sara were once at a pub when Sara asked what George Michael was up to these days. Keren said, “I know his alarm code, let’s go let our­selves into his house and find out.” When they got inside they found George Michael in his paja­mas with lit­tle trains on them. He said, “Oh, it’s you lot.”

Dawn French, Jen­nifer Saun­ders, and Kathy Burke par­o­died Bana­narama for their 1988 Christ­mas spe­cial.  Bana­narama enjoyed it so much, they joined forces for a cover of the Bea­t­les’ “Help!” for Comic Relief the fol­low­ing year.

Lananeeneenoonoo’s Par­ody of Bananarama

Help!” — Bana­narama with Lananaeeeenoonoo


 

Tracey Ullman’s Spoof of “Shy Boy” on Three of a Kind

May 162012
 

Frock­block (verb) \frok-blok\ — To pre­vent some­one from hav­ing sex­ual inter­course by using a gown or dress.

Exam­ple:  When Bobby went in for the kill at the cos­tume party, Mrs. Mur­phy frock­blocked him from her daugh­ter using only her hoop skirt and steely gaze.

Can you use frock­block in a sentence?

Apr 162012
 

If the gang of nuns on Harleys had not run my car off the road, I wouldn’t have thought twice about the hole in my under­wear. (I sus­pect that they weren’t actu­ally nuns because it was the Sat­ur­day before Hal­loween, and most of them were sport­ing facial hair.)

As I waited for my pulse to quit rac­ing, I imag­ined my body lying beside my over­turned Miata, an EMT cut­ting my blood­ied jeans off with Jaws of Life, before recoil­ing in hor­ror from the sight of my briefs. My mother appeared. “I thought I had brought you up bet­ter than this.” She shook her head in skivvy shame. “Looks like it’s going to be a closed cas­ket funeral.”

I shook my head and came back to my senses. Surely, if oth­ers would judge my undergarments–whole or holey–upon my death, what would the style say about me?

Over­whelmed, I called my best friends to help me sort out the BVD busi­ness. Fey Ray is a wispy reed of a man with a flair for fab­u­lous, and Testos­terone Tom is brawny, with grease under his fin­ger­nails and beer pump­ing through his veins.

“There is an entire world of boxer briefs, biki­nis, thongs, and jock­straps await­ing you!” Ray whipped open an Inter­na­tional Male cat­a­log, reveal­ing a ver­i­ta­ble National Geo­graphic Guide to jockey shorts. “What about this?” Ray pointed at a leopard-skin G-string.

“I was think­ing a more ‘upstand­ing cit­i­zen’ style,” I said. “Not ‘Son of Tarzan’.”

“You’re prob­a­bly want­ing some­thing that cov­ers more, right?”

I nod­ded.

“What about this mesh bikini?” Ray said. “It allows the boys to breathe.”

“If I’m dead, do the boys really need oxy­gen?” I glanced at some longer boxer briefs with tummy-flattening tech­nol­ogy.  “What about these?” I asked, point­ing at the picture.

“Absolutely not!” Ray hissed. “Unless you want to be mis­taken for a Mor­mon missionary.”

I rubbed my tem­ples. “When did under­wear become so com­pli­cated? I thought it was just a choice between box­ers and briefs.”

“I don’t believe in under­wear,” Tom said. “I go commando.”

“Really?” Ray asked. “Doesn’t that chafe?”

I visu­al­ized myself lying beside my car again, my jeans torn off, and the fam­ily jew­els exposed to the world. I imme­di­ately blushed.

“You drive a con­vert­ible, dude,” Tom said. “If you’re in a wreck, you’ll prob­a­bly be decap­i­tated, so no one’s going to notice whether you’re wear­ing panties or not.”

Tom’s words gave me pause. I found myself struck by the fact that I’d rather lose my head than die in a pair of holey undies.  It put my quest in a new per­spec­tive. Even though my jock­eys may have a hole in them, at least they’re clean–and that should count for something.

Feb 072012
 

Fash­ion designer Calvin Klein and fast food restau­ran­teur Ken­tucky Fried Chicken will launch a new fra­grance on Valentine’s Day–KFC1.

The fra­grance is rumored to con­tain pheromones that active parts of the brain that cor­re­spond to sex and com­fort food.

Test sub­jects responded favor­ably after using the product.

“A few spritzes behind my ears and on my wrists, and I sud­denly felt like I could con­quer the cor­po­rate world and attend a Sun­day pic­nic at the same time,” Ran­dal Wal­lace, 32, an invest­ment banker.

“I was hang­ing out at a bar with my girl­friends, and slipped into the ladies’ room to put some KFC1 on,” said Corky Dawes, 38, an art gallery owner.  “After I came out, men kept com­ing up to me and say­ing things like, ‘I want to make love to you next to a moun­tain of mashed pota­toes with brown gravy.’  It was oddly titillating.”

“I walked down the street and men, women, and ani­mals would stare at me with their mouths water­ing,” said Tomeka Davis, 27, a busi­ness ana­lyst for a major pub­lic trans­porta­tion com­pany.  “I just thought to myself, Mm-hmm, that’s right, I’m fin­ger lickin’ good!

The prod­uct has already attracted con­tro­versy after Calvin Klein & Ken­tucky Fried Chicken unveiled their adver­tis­ing for KFC1 in Times Square, which includes black-and-white images of ema­ci­ated chick­ens in dis­tressed denim that resem­ble run­away heroin addicts than a two-piece meal.

“I was dis­gusted by it,” said Taz Mor­ri­son, 41, an ani­mal activist.  “It made me vomit onto a a guy dressed as a hot dog who was pass­ing out flyers.”

“It actu­ally made me aware of just how sexy food can be,” said Jes­sica Coul­ter, 21, an art stu­dent.  “I’d never seen a chicken with tat­toos and body pierc­ings before.  It made me won­der, if I ran into a rooster in a club or bar, would I go with him?  I’ve also started hav­ing these hen fantasies.”

The fra­grance, mar­keted to both men and women, will be avail­able in two vari­eties:  Orig­i­nal Recipe and Extra Crispy.

Would you wear KFC1 if it actu­ally made you irre­sistible to men and/or women?

Sep 292011
 

More and more work­places are mov­ing away from pro­fes­sional dress to busi­ness casual, but how casual is too casual.  Ever won­der what you wear may be com­mu­ni­cat­ing to co-workers?  Or how it can cre­ate haz­ards at the office?  Busi­ness con­sul­tant Gin­ger, Fincher gives exam­ples of ten out­fits to avoid and why:

01. French Maid Cos­tume — Never mind the skimpy skirt and fish­net hose, acces­soriz­ing with a feather duster can bring all sorts of aller­gens into the office.  Plus, co-workers may expect you to clean up after them.

02. Ninja Duds — As chic as ninja wear is, it can cause some com­mo­tion for dri­vers deliv­er­ing to ner­vous receptionists.

03. Native Amer­i­can Head­dress — If the Indi­ans had won the war against white set­tlers, per­haps Native Amer­i­can fash­ion would send a dif­fer­ent mes­sage at the nego­ti­a­tion table.  More­over, a feath­ered head­dress can be down­right dan­ger­ous next to the papershredder.

04. Self-Expressing Nurs­ing Bra — Although it may be con­ve­nient for your bra to express your milk through­out the work day, when you lean across the con­fer­ence table for a hand­out, you don’t want to acci­den­tally shot the boss in the eye with milk.

05. Kilt — Although noth­ing says fall fash­ion like plaid, for­get­ting that you’re not wear­ing under­wear and cross­ing your legs dur­ing a meet­ing can lead to reveal­ing too much per­sonal infor­ma­tion and a poten­tial lawsuit.

06.Burqa — Like ninja cloth­ing, a burqa worn, say dur­ing an inter­view, can be unset­tling.  Inter­vie­wees rely on feed­back from facial expres­sion, eye con­tact, and body lan­guage to indi­cate how they’re doing the inter­view process.  For all they know, you could be mak­ing faces at them or snoozing.

07. Chain­mail — Chivalry may not be dead, but chain­mail causes prob­lems for lawyers who must con­tend with cour­t­house metal detec­tors.  Also, paper­clips snag on chain­mail like you wouldn’t believe.

08. Toga — Noth­ing brings sum­mer to mind like a toga, but that’s also when facil­i­ties man­age­ment turns up the air con­di­tion­ing.  Don’t be caught shiv­er­ing in your toga next to your space heater in July, because the loose mate­r­ial can eas­ily catch on fire.  Plus, the white mate­r­ial shows every­thing:  toner, cof­fee, blood, food, etc.

09. Loin­cloth — The breech­cloth has become pop­u­lar among com­pet­i­tive younger male exec­u­tives who take pride in their bod­ies, but it only takes catch­ing the loose flap on the cor­ner of a desk to make the whole world your proc­tol­o­gist and reveal any hid­den difficiencies.

10. Hoop Skirt — Not only can hoop skirts present prob­lems when try­ing to sit com­fort­ably in an office chair, they also can cre­ate lit­eral road­blocks in the nar­row pas­sage­ways of cubi­cle farms.  Damn it, Scar­let, leave the hoop skirt at home!

Jul 202011
 

Clothes Cap­tioned (adjec­tive) \klohz-kap-shund\ – Some­one who wears so many dif­fer­ent designer labels that it over­whelms their per­sonal style.

Exam­ple:  Clarissa was so clothes cap­tioned that she resem­bled Times Square in all of its bill­board glory.

Can you use this word in a sentence?