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The List, Volume III

By |May 7th, 2010|The List|

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I mean, I think it’s all of our favorite time of the week… THE list. Did you make the cut?

  1. Brandy aka Bran’Nu. Are you kidding me? Stop. It.
  2. Humidity. Not good for my weave.
  3. Acrylic nails. Are we still doing that?
  4. Boys with highlights. Let’s swap spit, not hair products.
  5. Katy Perry’s light up dress. Talk about a waste of energy.050410-katy-623
  6. Jennifer Lopez’s publicist. She’s doing a great job. Good for J.Lo, bad for us.
  7. Pretty Wild. How did this show not get canceled after the first episode? And why do I not have a show? I can swing from a pole too, you know.
  8. Car bombs. How DARE you try to blow up our fair city.
  9. People who tuck their pants into their sandals. WTF??!!TuckItIn
  10. Being uninformed. If you’ve got 30 minutes for The Hills, you’ve got 30 minutes to at least scan the newspaper. Nothing better than beauty + brains.

Have a great weekend – and pick up the Sunday Times…

xx,

WhyDid

Why Don’t You Eat Me: I Fon-due

By |May 4th, 2010|Guest Blogger, Why Don't You Eat Me?|

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Mix cheese and chocolate and I’m sold.  Toss them into a fondue pot and I’m double sold. Who can resist dipping multiple scrumptious items into even more scrumptious melted sauces? Not me. So, when Taureau opened up on 7th street between 1st and A (one of my favorite block as far as food goes) I couldn’t wait to try it out!

After feasting on BBQ and Mexican all weekend in my hometown of Memphis, I decided to head on over. We had reservations for 7:30 and got there at 7 after stopping by to pick up a bottle of wine first (they’re BYOB!). No one else was in the restaurant, but then again it was a Monday at 7 in the East Village.

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Obviously I’d already scoped out the menu and knew exactly what I wanted. I ordered a cheese fondue called Devil’s Wiff. The very helpful waitress explained that Chef Didier came up with this name himself (even though Wiff isn’t necessarily a word and doesn’t exactly have a meaning). Well, when you come up with something that tasty, you can call it  whatever you want. The Devil’s Wiff is a blend of pepper jack cheese and wine. I picked this one for the “spice” factor. The fondue comes standard with a side of greens and croutons for dipping and they leave the rest up to you. I chose cauliflower, red apple, hot chorizo, and marshmallow cut slab bacon.  Oh yes, I did indeed just say marshmallow cut slab bacon. Phenomenal.

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They also have meat fondue that you cook yourself in different choices of oil, but I decided to save that for another time and leave room for their milk chocolate fondue called the petite au lait (for 1-2 people). It’s served with fresh fruits (bananas, strawberries, and pineapples) as well as dried figs, dried apricots, and baby marshmallows. This is the kind of dessert where all conversation ceases until every last bit is consumed. It was so good that we may or may not have started dipping our spoons in for the remainder of chocolate once our fruit was depleted.

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During our meal, Chef Didier walked in with his motorcycle jacket and helmet in hand and stopped to greet us. I told him how much I enjoyed dinner and he told me that it’s all about simple, good food. Exactly what I’d been looking for and exactly what I got!

I give Taureau 4 out of 5 mouths for being fun, different, yet straight forward.

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See you next Munchin’ Monday!

xx,

WhyDon’tYouEatMe

Why Did You Wear That: Fresh Crop

By |May 3rd, 2010|Personal Style, Why Did You Wear That?|

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I didn’t know if this day would ever come, but alas, it has. Crop tops are back with a vengeance. I was just recently making fun of a photo circa 2005 of me and two of my best gf’s wearing crop tops at Cain (above). Who knew five years later, I’d be cropping it up yet again… sans Cain.

I started seeing it here and there, but didn’t want to get too hopeful. I pride myself on having some fab abs, and good lord did I love a crop top back in the day. Well, guess what? It’s my lucky freaking day. Crop tops are everywhere and here are a few you can get your paws on right now:

0414745364561R__ASTL_300x400LNA Cropped Back Tall Tank, $62

71441242-01Forever21 Love USA Cropped Tank, $14.90

pROXY1-6665347t382x444Roxy Bash Sweater, $49.50

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78536Rebel Yell Cropped Malibu Tee, $58

image1xlAsos No. 8 Floral Crop Tee, $27.05

How I wore mine (sorry, I suck at taking self portraits… guess I’m not cut out for Guys with iPhones):

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**Warning: As I must always note, not every trend is for EVERYone. If you’ve got killer legs but a little bit of a spare tire around the belly, why not stick with shorts and leave the crop tops to the toned tummies?

xx,

WhyDid

The List

By |April 30th, 2010|The List|
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It’s that time again. A week full of things that got my blood boiling. Did you make the list?
  1. People comparing Christina Aguilera to Lady Gaga. Love Gags, but Xtina has been around for over ten years. Come on. No one’s re-inventing the wheel here.
  2. April showers. I better see a LOT of May flowers with the kind of nonsense you threw at us, April.
  3. The Zegerid OTC commercial. I don’t need to see your pudgy white chest. Ever. Got heartburn just watching it. Clever marketing.
  4. Tyra Banks’ jumpsuits.
  5. Tyra Banks.
  6. People’s inability to use the sidewalk efficiently. Again, can someone please write an etiquette book on this?
  7. Oil spills. Ever see a Dawn commercial? Not cool.
  8. Cramps. One of the many joys of being a woman.
  9. The man in the purple velvet blazer who tried to pick me up off the street. See this face? Not interested.
  10. The German Shepard down the hall who licks his lips every time he sees Smitty. He’s not a snack, Kujo. Slow your roll.

Happy Friday!

xx,

WhyDid

Weekend Playlist: On the Run

By |April 29th, 2010|Weekend Playlist|

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I remember a girl telling me on my 23rd birthday that after 25 it all starts going down hill. I thought she was just being a bitch (obviously because I was 23 and knew EVERYTHING), but unfortunately, she was speaking the truth. Suddenly you pay for that scoop of ice cream and your size 24 skinny jeans start to feel a bit more like sausage wrappers. DUB TEE EFF??

Being a girl who used to be able to house an entire pizza (solo), not go to the gym and never see the effects, this was devastating not to mention confusing. So, instead of bitching about my thunder thighs (which I did do for a while), I forced myself to fall in love with running. I only wish I had always been active so as not to go into shock when this oh so special life change occurred.  I don’t even wanna tell you about the adult acne that awaits you, my little chickadees!

Anyway, now that I’ve come to terms with the fact that I need to do more than walk to Soho House in heels across the cobblestone (which is no easy feat, mind you) to qualify as a workout, I’ve compiled a playlist of some songs that help me get through the sweat and tears (mostly tears) of my workout. Basically, the music is my favorite part of getting buff. I like music to be played loud. This is also probably the reason I still like nightclubs (to be discussed at a later date) and why I used to like driving (which I leave to the cabbies nowadays).

WhyDid’s Workout Plan (which may prove to be more useful than Kanye’s):

  1. Joan Jett– I Love Rock N Roll
  2. Christina Aguilera– Not Myself Tonight
  3. La Roux– Bulletproof
  4. Girlicious (yeah, that’s right, Girlicious)- Stupid Shit
  5. Santigold– Creator
  6. Shwayze– Get U Home
  7. Kings of Leon– My Party
  8. M.I.A.- 10 Dollar
  9. N.E.R.D.– She Wants To Move
  10. Sam Sparro– Black and Gold
  11. Ashlee Simpson– Outta My Head
  12. Lenny Kravitz– Are You Gonna Go My Way
  13. Lloyd Banks– Beamer, Benz, and Bentley
  14. Livvi Franc– Now I’m That Chick
  15. Beastie Boys– Sabotage
  16. Beyonce– Ring the Alarm
  17. Kenna– Out of Control
  18. The White Stripes– Seven Nation Army

While some of my choices may seem a bit obscure/bizarre, I’m not exactly training for the 2012 Olympic Track Team and these songs set a good pace for as fast as my little legs can go. So, until they come up with some miracle cream/pill that just magically disintegrates fat, I will be burning rubber to my own little miracle playlist.

Feel the burn.

xx,

WhyDid