I went to Fashion Week’s Ecco Domani emerging designers show tonight in the Bryant Park tents and sat two rows behind the “celebrity” seats. There, among a couple of C-list CW actresses, sat socialite-cum-fashion entrepreneur Tinsley Mortimer.
The “Page Six” regular was decked in a hot pink cocktail dress and sported her trademark wavy blonde locks. She was accompanied by some frizzy-haired guy that looked a little like Russell Brand. Like many of her socialite sisters, Mortimer seems to have some handbag and clothing line that’s “huge in Japan”. Yeah, so is Jennifer Love Hewitt. But I digress.
The reason I’m writing about Tinsley is that she must have the best job in the world. I’m guessing she gets paid somehow for showing up at these shows and other events where she preens for the cameras and gets loads of publicity for the brands and labels she’s “endorsing”. She gets to dress up in gorgeous clothes and make the rounds at some of the most fabulous parties in the world. All this for being born into the right family and marrying money. Granted, she is apparently getting divorced from her husband, aptly named “Topper”, but she hasn’t lacked for male attention and has been linked to many eligible men about town.
I know the grass isn’t always greener, but on some level, it must be pretty nice to be Tinsley.
I was thinking of what I could possibly write that relates the unemployed and struggling to Valentine’s Day. Then, it came to me: This is a perfect time to show yourself some love and affection. And who needs that more than you?
I came up with 20 ways you can give yourself a big hug this Sunday. They’re cheap and easy…just like me. Kidding! 🙂
- Hit up a matinée. Garry Marshall’s “Valentine’s Day” hits theaters today. Most of the Oscar-nominated films are out, too.
- Download a few new songs from iTunes.
- Treat yourself to a small piece of costume jewelry like earrings or a bracelet. Target’s got cute guilt-free options.
- Take time away from your computer to dive into that cheesy chick lit book that’s sitting on your bedside table.
- Head over to your neighborhood chocolatier and buy a couple of sinfully divine truffles or even just a mug of decadent hot chocolate. Yes, with whipped cream. Yes, with chocolate shavings.
- Invite your closest friends over to share a nice bottle of wine. This is the time to splurge on that $25 or $30 bottle you’ve been eyeing.
- Go to church. For the faithful, nothing is more uplifting than some quiet time with God or an inspiring sermon from your favorite spiritual leader.
- Join the girls for brunch at a cute café with all-you-can-drink mimosas or Bloody Marys.
- Let yourself be lazy. Pile up on the couch with a blanket and watch hours of Lifetime or Hallmark Channel movies. Go ahead…no one’s watching!
- Visit your local bookstore and treat yourself to a gorgeous magazine you normally don’t read.
- Pick up some new lingerie. Again, Target has cute bras, panties and nighties. Loehmann’s also has a great selection.
- Manicure/Pedicure. Duh.
- A tube of lipstick or bottle of nail polish. I love bright colors from Chanel, MAC, Essie and OPI. Drugstore brands are great, too!
- Take a bubble bath. My favorite indulgence by far.
- Buy yourself a bouquet of flowers at the market. FTD doesn’t have to make a delivery to be cheered by a bright bunch of blooms.
- Get the kids out of the house for the afternoon.
- Bundle up and take a long stroll somewhere you can enjoy beautiful outdoor scenery.
- Buy the best candle you can afford at a cute gift shop you normally don’t visit. Light it, take a deep breath and close your eyes.
- Did you cut out Starbucks when you lost your job. Not today you don’t!
- Have a hot afternoon of sex with your partner–it costs virtually nothing. That is, unless you forget protection!
What are you planning to do this Valentine’s Day?
Happy belated birthday to me! Happy belated birthday to me!
I completely forgot that Miss Pink Slip celebrated its first birthday on Tuesday, February 9!
Thank you all for continuing to read–even if you just happened up my little blog because I made you look or you were searching for a Bachelor recap on Google.
Is anyone working on the East Coast?
Has the Snowpocalypse put a halt to your job search? Or are you still digging in, networking and interviewing? I say give yourself an excuse to take a break. Take a snow day, watch movies in your pajamas, drink hot chocolate and cuddle on the couch with your dog and a blanket. Give yourself permission to be worthless. Job hunters deserve a day off, too!
If, however, you’re continuing the search, tell me how you’re making progress in the midst of this blizzard. How are you being productive?
This morning while scanning my proud paper of record, The New York Post, I saw the news that Tiger Woods’ ho Rachel Uchitel has landed a new gig at “Extra”. Apparently, she was on the show with Mario Lopez the other night and impressed the producers so much that they’ve hired her on as a “special correspondent”.
From the Post: “A show source added, ‘She won’t talk about Tiger, but she talks about how she wants to find a husband and have kids. She only has a few real friends left whom she trusts. She is alone a lot and spends time with her two dogs. She seems very vulnerable.'”
Boo-hoo. My heart aches for her. Well, I guess it’s better to be paid by Warner Bros. than it is to be paid by Tiger.
What a great message Rachel is sending out to women. If your opportunities seem slim, just hook up with a married athlete, shame yourself in the national media and watch the prospects pile up.
Read more: http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/soft_landing_XH2tZ9zHQ2vUxTsZI3tgXP#ixzz0f8wEzcYd
Before anyone posts a nasty gram calling me a “bitter” woman, I want to jump in and say that I’m in full support of love on all positive fronts. True, sincere, passionate love makes the world go ’round and, of course, is more important than any pay day.
However, with the sad success rate of “The Bachelor” firmly on record, Ali still made the right choice. The chances that she’d 1) end up with Jake and 2) stay with him forever, much less until the show comes to a conclusion, are just too slim.
Since Valentine’s Day is upon us, I am also asserting that I’m optimistic about love – this despite jackasses like Bachelor Jason, Bachelor Bob, Bachelor Brad or even my most recent fling who decided to become a magician and pull a disappearing act. I’m sure when all is said and done, Ali will thank her lucky stars…especially when she rises to the top of her profession (again, I’m being optimistic) and finds a hot San Franciscan who doesn’t have a penchant for obnoxious women named after European cities.
Good luck Ali! Something tells me you’ll be just fine.
Let me say this first: I’m mortified that I’ve gotten sucked back into that vortex of smut ABC calls “The Bachelor”. But it’s SO good! In fact, on Entertainment Weekly‘s Web site, a reader commented that watching “The Bachelor” is like “eating deep fried Twinkies”. Indeed, it is.
On last night’s installment, most of the drama revolved around Ali Fedotowsky, the advertising account manager from San Francisco (or as I like to call her, “Mean Girl”). Apparently, Ali’s company stepped in and gave her an ultimatum: Her job or the show. Or for Ali: Love or Money.
From Jake’s People.com Bachelor Blog: “My heart crumbled when she told me her boss demanded her back at work. I didn’t actually think she would leave me. We talked about it for three hours that night while the poor women at the rose ceremony just waited. She actually didn’t have to be back at work for four or five more days but we were leaving the country the next morning, so she had to make a decision. I felt like she wanted me to make the choice for her, but I couldn’t. How could I live with myself if I told her, ‘No! You are not leaving me now!'”
Smart girl, that Ali.
She gracefully decided to leave the show, making her exit in the standard black limo while Jake pouted on camera, demonstrating his obvious angst. Ali knew she’d rather have job security than her ass in the unemployment line. Can you imagine if she’d stayed and had Jake pick villainess Vienna Girardi in the end? The 25-year old Massachusetts-native would’ve gone nuts and probably knifed Vienna for stealing everything and leaving her a broken shell of a woman.
We all know well that a job is hard to come by. Men? They’re like trains. Just as one’s departing, another one arrives into the station.
What would you have done if you were Ali? Would you have chosen the potential for love over steady work and a paycheck?