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The List Volume XXXIV

By |December 31st, 2010|The List|

It has been a long and very interesting year for me. So many things have happened I can’t even believe where I was this time last year.  It was difficult, but I went through all of my posts from the past year and chose ten of my favorites to revisit.

WhyDid’s Year in Review:

  1. My Hedgehog Ate My Homework… Always be sure to do your homework!
  2. A Word to the Wise – How not to wake up alone at 30.
  3. A Bag Full of Shit– Did you have to let it linger?
  4. … Just Right! Guess which porridge I chose?
  5. Shake Ya Tailfeather… “hairy is scary and no one is down with that brown.”
  6. Text in the City – Technology will ruin your love life.
  7. Cover Your Tracks. My obsession with white girl weaves.
  8. Love is a Choice – The way I figured out how to love.
  9. Kicking and Screaming – How temper tantrums will ruin your life.
  10. Heatrbreak, Party of One. How to get over a breakup in no time flat.

And one for good luck: Sometimes You Gotta Be Your Own Girl

Happy New Year. Be safe and I’ll see ya on the other side.

xx,

WhyDid

Why Did You Date Him?: Attached at the Hip

By |December 31st, 2010|Why Did You Date Him?|

Recently, I’ve seen a lot of shows including “man caves”, girls’ nights out, and fellas griping about the old “ball and chain.”  (This may or may not have something to do with the continuous loop of HGTV shows we’ve been watching). I’m a bit put off by all three of the former terms.  First and foremost, I need to understand a man cave. What is it that goes on inside of said “man cave” that must happen within those confines?  Why can’t these goings on take place in, say, the living room?

Also, I enjoy a cocktail with the girls as much as the next woman, but I never feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get away from my man and have a cosmo in my hand in the next five minutes.  I don’t need to spend the next three drunken hours discussing the very same men that we were itching so hard to get away from. I can’t imagine dating, let alone being married to someone who I didn’t genuinely enjoy being around.

My man friend and I are starting to become the real life  Alex and Simon from The Housewives of New York City, except about 450,000 times less creepy and I’m 157% certain my love is not playing for the other team.  Since we started dating, we haven’t ever slept a night apart. Basically, I came to visit him and just never bothered to leave. Some may think that is strange, but there is quite honestly no one else I’d rather spend my time with (except for Smitty).  Being around him is like being with myself.  A good friend of mine once told me that when you are with the “right” person, it’s like being all by yourself.  No, she didn’t mean you are sitting there talking to a brick wall.  What she meant was that there are no airs. There are no expectations.  You are being fully and completely yourself. There’s no show and you don’t have to be on your best behavior until the credits roll.

Granted, he does go to work Monday through Friday, so we are apart (albeit we talk on iChat all day…). I just want to be around him because we are always having fun and it’s always easy.  Now, let’s go ahead and take a step back.  There is something to be wary of here.  Wanting to be with someone for the former reason is a great thing in my book.  However, if you have ulterior motives for wanting to be with someone or if the feelings are not mutual, you may be in for some trouble.

With an ex, the reason I wanted to be by his side at all times was because I knew the moment I was out of sight, he would be trying to bag the next pretty young thing who walked through the door.  I was constantly on edge and I knew in my heart of hearts that when he was on “business trips” or boys’ trips (that’s a WHOLE other topic, mind you), it was fairly (read: very) likely that I was not the last voice he’d be hearing before bed. My reasons for wanting all of his time and attention were not out of genuine love and desire.  They were out of fear. Now that’s just not healthy. Whether or not my feelings were validated, I was miserable and that’s no way to live.

Though you may want to spend every waking moment and very last breath with your boo, be sure to make certain that these feelings are shared.  It should be pretty obvious if they are.  You won’t have to ask or beg or fight or trick or threaten about it. It will just “be.”

So if your man is acting more like a neanderthal down in his “special place” and you’re out with the girls drinking to forget that he’s ignoring you in his cave, then maybe its time to reevaluate and perhaps roll a boulder in front of the opening to his man cave. Just a thought.

xx,

WhyDid

Guest Post: Why Did You Wear That to the Airport?

By |December 30th, 2010|Guest Blogger|

This is travel season, and while I probably should have asked our guest blogger to write this sooner… better late than never.  This week we are being blessed with the wise words and comedic social commentary of Stephie Rojas the National Director of Digital Publishing for wheretraveler.com and all around fashionista.  To say she knows a thing or two about traveling in style would be an understatement.  Please read on to avoid being “that girl” at the airport.

I’ve seen and not cared about various sundry accidentally left behind in the bins at the end of the airport security line – a Saudi Arabian passport, Kardashian-style bedazzled earbuds, colorful guidebooks to fascinating places. But when I saw a bracelet abandoned in the bin, I did a big ole airport line no-no: I stopped. There were installation of multiple types of security system like Security Info does.

It was nothing special; it was a scratched sterling silver cuff in a patently uncool shape. It had some Native American etching and I wondered whether it was someone’s souvenir from a meaningful trip to a real Reservation, a thrift store find, or a fugly gift (pretend smile, “thanks Nana”, etc.). I considered tapping the TSA grouch on the shoulder, puzzled by what kind of woman owned this heavy metal, let alone brought it to the airport. Did she actually want the forgotten beast on her trip enough to intend putting it through the scanner rigmarole or did she put it on today in a cloud of brain fart?

It’s the only time I’ve ever taken pause in the horrible line; I usually try to get the heck out of dodge as fast as humanly possible. This time, however, if I hadn’t had a no-nonsense husband in tow urging me along, I might have held it for a few minutes to wait for her to jet on back. I thought, this must be special to her – and these TSA jerks are kleptos.

It got me thinking about what sort of turkey wears silver through the scanner? And what smarter choices are for airport attire.

What not to wear to the airport:

  1. Any low-rise pant: You will be bending over to get your shoes back on, fetch your luggage off the conveyor belt, or grab your carry-on from the seat in front of you. (Said no-nonsense husband is fond of saying “ping” and pretending to put a quarter in my crack when he sees such rare cleavage).
  2. Difficult shoes. Don’t be the dork unlacing your hightops, or, like my mom, the lady asking the guy behind her to help remove the darn cowboy boot she’s breaking in. (Apparently, when it came off, the guy predictably and hilariously flew back onto his butt and was then obliged to help her with the other).
  3. Your four- or five-inchers. You might have to break a sweat and actually run to your gate. If you really love your daily height (I can’t blame a girl), three inches are plenty of fabulousness for the airport. See: any 3-inch heeled Louboutin.
  4. Any bottom than needs a belt. Don’t make the security officer unnecessarily witness to your very cute, but very private navel.
  5. A buttoned suit jacket with a spicy little cami peeking out. The TSA grump will ask you to take your jacket off. This happened to me once on a work trip, and all I had underneath my Theory blazer was a lacy little Leigh Bantivoglio slip that shed too much airport fluorescence upon my brassiere.
  6. Metal accessories. Put that junk on when you get there.
  7. Sweats of any kind on Earth. Grody.
  8. A Gulpie. You knew you had to toss it right?

What will make your trip easier:

  1. Something breezy and elegant with no metal hardware. For you schlubs out there, remember the airport is a public effing place. Think good jeans with an easy, wrappy cashmere cardigan, or a tee by The Row with a good scarf. Look for good basics from Vince or Autumn Cashmere.
  2. If you must, zhuzh it up with one light, durable key accessory without a giant clasp to betray you in the metal detector, like a wooden beaded necklace from Lee Angel. Do you want the TSA’s new extra special nudie body scan? Don’t volunteer yourself with too much Alex & Ani on your wrists.
  3. Flats. London Sole offers bi-tonal colored-toe numbers that look totally Chanel.
  4. Extra clean pits. I know your 5:55AM flight is early. You will be in a crowded space. Make WhyDid proud and smell like soap.
  5. A convenient wallet. Don’t pick that fantastic but complicated bag with a million hidden compartments, or hold up the line because you had to put all your other stuff on the floor for a two-handed license-finding solution. This makes you look like a dope, and more specifically, invites “ping” situations. Class it up and have your ID handy.
  6. A looky-loo at Wheretraveler.com, this guest blogger’s home base, with local listings written by pros, not random complainers who heart nasty reviews. Plus in 2011 Wheretraveler.com is giving away trips for 4 to Orlando, Miami, San Francisco, Las Vegas, New York, and Oahu!
  7. Pants that fit. You will be sitting for hours and nothing says, “Hello, Fat Day Right Over Here In My Pants!” more than unbuttoning that top jean button.

So now you’re all set to travel like a pro. Please don’t be “that girl” in front of me in airport security.

xx,

Stephie

Why Did You Wear That: Like a G6

By |December 29th, 2010|Why Did You Wear That?|

Alright, so maybe you aren’t the sequin dress wearing type, but you still want to sparkle and shimmer this New Year’s Eve. Don’t fret my pet.  There are plenty of ways to add a little glimmer to your get up without going overboard.  Here are several creative options starting with the most obvious:

Alice and Olivia Cara Dress, $261

TopShop Sequin and Bead Embellished Skirt, $125

Kenneth Jay Lane Disco Ball Ring, $82.75

MICHAEL Michael Kors Hamilton Quilted Coin Purse, $68

Tinley Road Cozy Scarf, $21.99

Butter London Diamond Geezer Polish, $14

Mimi Holiday Steel Silk Satin Thong, $12.07

Wet Seal Sequin Braid Headwrap, $6.00

xx,

WhyDid

Would You Wednesday: Without Resolve

By |December 29th, 2010|Why Did or Why Don't?|

The end of 2010 is quickly approaching and we’re all getting a little nostalgic. Every year, people set unrealistic expectations for the upcoming year promising to exercise more, work harder, and generally be better people. I don’t see anything wrong with reflecting on the past year, but perhaps promising yourself something totally outrageous is a bit overzealous.

It seems like a good idea in theory, but how many people are successful with their resolutions? Oh, I should be fluent in French, weight 14 lbs, and have a wallet that doesn’t fit in my purse by now but that didn’t seem to happen.  Whoops. So what are some realistic resolutions? Why not vow to stay in touch with old friends and family?  Perhaps try taking up an interesting exercise class or start a new hobby.  Telling yourself you’re going to cure cancer or cellulite might end up in disappointment. (Though I’d like someone to go ahead and cure both).

So what do you think? Will you be making a New Year’s resolution or not?

xx,

WhyDid