Friends,
On CNN's front page, right now, if you hurry (and scroll down a little) you'll see a link to a In the New (which I linked to right back there). It's a blog from this woman named Jen who is apparently turning 30 soon, freaking out a touch, and running around, doing things she never did before. Like write fan fiction for Punky Brewster, castrate a calf, and you know, living life to the fullest. It's a quirky diary of a pre-mid life crisis for sure. The blog's fun, if you like quirky things about a liberated woman running mildly amok. Surely she won't go whole hog into this experiencing life and jump a freight train to Denver or steal the clothes off an unconscious hobo, but she did do something commendable. Remarkably commendable actually. She wore a mustache for one day. Evidenced here and below:
Now, she didn't pick any old mustache to throw on her face. No, no. No Frida wisps at the corners here or some slapdash Groucho Marx paint smear, but a full-on, Burt Reynolds, Cannonball Run, mustache. So, I applaud you, Jen, lady of the thirty-year crisis. It may have taken feeling the icy hand of death on your shoulder to persuade you to live in the skin of a man pround of his manliness for a day, but you did it, by God, and we here at BOMM salute you the only way we know how.
We'd like to award Jen with the inaugural "Best [Fake] Mustache on a Blog-Star Lady 2007" award. Congratulations, Jen! May this honor treat you well!
On a related note, it is my birthday this weekend (i'll be 28). So, my thirtieth year is around the bend pretty soon too, so I wonder if I need a year of life to the fullest with quirky, mildly exciting adventures like getting a pedicure, or shaving my head, or robbing a laundromat. I would need to have my own version of Jen's "be like the manliest motherfuckers on the planet" day like when she wore her mustache. So, what would be the most feminine thing I could sport for one day so I could "be like the womanliest motherfuckers on the planet"? Shaved legs? Made up like a Robert Palmer dancing girl? Showing my boobs for some beads whilst yelling whoo? An all-day, hormone driven, nag-a-thon? Spend my day in the kitchen? Tampon string hanging out of my shorts? What do you think?
VIVA EL MUSTACHE DE ESTE MUEJER!
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Full-on, bright pink, no-holds-barred ballerina outfit. Tutu, tights and shiny bag.
Thanks for all the shouting out!
~Jen (who is less in a crisis and more in a prolonged ritualistic ego party)
Jen, I'm glad you found my blog (and pleasantly surprised too). And, tell you what, if I lose enough weight by my 30th to get me into a ballerina outfit, I'll be celebrating with my own version of Swan Lake, tutus and all. If this blog's still live in two years, I'll post the pics.
Thanks for reading.
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