Rants & Raves 8/26

NOTE: this should’ve been posted Friday, but was left in Drafts this whole time. Whoops. 

My blog might as well be a tabloid now because I’ve been publishing nonsense here weekly recently. Yours Busy has become Yours Truly So Damn Busy as of late.

Guess who was able to get vaxxed against the new pandemic on the block known as Monkeypox? ME!!! OK, so I just got the first shot a few days ago and I have to get a second one at the end of next month, so I’m not fully vaxxed just yet, and I still have a mark on my left forearm from the injection that makes it look like I’m growing a cat nipple there. But this is one of those very few times where my shit condition (eczema) and my occupation (skin-on-skin contact with clients–from professional massage, now!) allows me to be eligible to get the shot. Now if only I can be eligible to get the second Covid booster…*grrr*

My new favorite bedtime tea:

I can’t say it will knock your ass out to Sleepy Town in a snap, and I get more chai than caramel from it, but the sleep I get from it is great so far. Get yourself some, particularly at Sprouts as they got a BOGO free sale on all Yogi teas right now. 

This observation is a year-and-a-half late, but is it just me or are there more speeding idiots on the freeways these days? Even when it’s after rush hour I’d be seeing these fools stuck in their Fast & Furious fantasies. The fuck are those bitches rushing for?! It’s only 8:45PM and Jack-In-The-Box has a 24-hour drive-thru, so don’t take to the roads like it’s a Formula 1 race, choades.

Me whenever I see how much of my paycheck goes to Tax Withheld. Lordt. That refund I should get next year better make up for it.

I’m gonna be That Bitch and say the next time my ancient Millennial ass hears of anyone saying how wOkE Gen Z is, I got four words for you: the Depp-Heard trial. I’ll leave it at that. (And yes, I’m sadly aware of my generation also being trash in this case.)

A rainbow-colored deep dive of one of my childhood faves, if you get bored. LMAO at that header pic!

It’s Virgo time so here’s J-Lo hating on Virgos! (And you wonder why I sometimes side-eye Leo women. Then again, I’m a Scorpio and I side-eye everyone.)

In much happy news, I think I may be free of student debt!!!!!!!!

And speaking of student debt, the Twitter thread of the week. Never thought I’d write this, but the White House account is getting spicy!

I’m kind of liking the Dark Brandon stuff. I’m never really hyped up on memes, but if it pisses off all those MAGA oxygen thieves for having their precious LGB phrase being taken by “those damn libruls” (their words), all the better.

Closing this with some vintage eye candy, courtesy of yesterday’s birthday bombshell Claudia Schiffer, in a Guess parfum commercial, directed by the late, great Herb Ritts. If you miss how real supermodels used to look like and what sexy was without it being skanked out with a hundred filters and lip fillers, just watch this clip.

Vintage Balm For My Eyes

Still iconic thirty years later: 90s supermodels on Vogue’s 100th anniversary issue, April 1992. I have this issue! And no April Fool’s joke here–all their faces and bodies are all-natural! After having the misfortune to come across the eyesore that is last month’s cover of InStyle (I’ve seen scarecrows show more emotion) at work yesterday, seeing that memorable image has given me life again. Well, that is until I see another one-note, drowsy-eyed product of nepotism “earn” another “fashion” mag cover again. Which will, sadly, be soon.

By the way, to this day I’m still miffed that Yasmeen Ghauri (the brunette model in the middle left) never had a Vogue cover on her own. Dat face and figure alone should’ve been worthy of at least ten Vogue covers. Even Anna Wintour was making dubious choices long before a certain soulless klan from Calabasas came her way.

Still Iconic

TIL the Grammys still exist (oddly enough, but this is not the first year they’ve nominated “songs” I consider aural assaults) and that the show got pushed back this year. (I’m used to hearing about it around this time. Still won’t watch it, though.) Don’t know why they’re bothering since they should’ve shut everything down and cancelled all future Grammy shows until further notice after this still-iconic performance from one of my queens!

Happy 15th (!) Anniversary to the night when Christina brought the house down.

Listening To… (12/31)

…what New Year’s celebrants in the UK were jamming to 25 years ago. Get out yer pacifiers, glow sticks, and platform shoes, for it’s a mid-90s NYE party! This mix is a BIG one; it’s over 5 hours! (And you also get to “explore” the roads of So-Cal. I often traveled some of the roads shown in the vid when I use to frequent So-Cal. Memories!)

Party safely, everyone!

Listening To… (9/10)

…the funky stylings of soul music legend Roy Ayers, whose birthday is today! The “Jackie Brown” soundtrack first introduced me to his music, and his 70s jams remain some of my most often-played tracks.

And, of course, this timeless classic…

Music heads can bring up Marvin Gaye, Al Green, and Stevie Wonder as icons of 70s soul, but to forget Roy Ayers on that list would be criminal!

Catfight Friday!

Do you miss bold, take-charge female characters in primetime dramas exchanging catty eyes and bitchy barbs while oozing delectable style like I do? Enjoy this vintage (duh!) clip of Melrose Place on this Flashback Friday featuring the 90s answer to Alexis vs. Sable: Amanda vs. Lexi!

The last minute of the vid is pure twisted gold. So mean, so bad, so sorely needed in today’s play-it-safe pop culture landscape. And soooo rich of Amanda to say that, might I add!

My Kind Of Eye Bleach

After straining my eyes from digging up all those links in my last rant, looking at my bank account to see if I got my stimulus payment (which I did not), and seeing more posts on despicable violence against Asians (just…why?) and another mention of my state governor being “recalled” (it’s not gonna happen, idiots), I need eye bleach. Some turn to adorable animals, but I’m feeling for vintage HIGH GLAMOUR. Enter the work of Mario Casilli!

It’s currently a cool 61 degrees where I live, and these images alone have me fanning myself. I LIVE for that campy 80s glamour, and Casilli captured it brilliantly.

All pics courtesy of this site that will bombard you with captures of vintage fabulousness. 

Beauty For Your Friday

e.l.f Cosmetics’ tasty collab with Chipotle enchanted me so much yesterday that I (once again) forgot to do a Throwback Thursday post. But there’s always Flashback Friday, and if you remember seeing Penelope Cruz‘ US Vogue cover when it originally dropped 20 years ago this month, congrats–you’re an old like me!

This cover had me mesmerized in more ways than one. The biggest one is the blurb “The Power Of Beauty” next to Penelope, a brown-eyed brunette Latina. It’s major because Anna Wintour usually saved such banter for WASPy blondes. (I have many issues of Vogue from the 90s, and Anna really flaunted her blonde fetish during that decade.) After seeing many images of white-bread blonde girls being touted as “beautiful” during my teen years in the mid/late 90s, seeing Penelope and those words was a breath of fresh air. 

Oh, I remember the little uproar from readers over Vogue featuring a topless woman on the cover. To this day, I find the picture classy AF. It’s only fitting that the late, great Herb Ritts captured the image (yet another reason why I loved that cover), and if any photographer knew how to do classy topless shots of women, it was him. Frankly, I’d rather see topless Penelope (“of course you would”–you) on the cover over a fully-clothed nepotism “model” or no-talent reality show basic that get on Vogue these days. I feel like who is striking the pose matters more than the pose itself.

By the way, nothing says POWER like conquering the world in nothing but a leather miniskirt. I’d do that…if I could afford a leather miniskirt. 

Just using this entry as an excuse to post the purdy pics of Penelope in her layout.  

Teen me back in March 2001 loved that cover so much, I ended up buying two copies of that issue. That issue was thiiiick, IIRC. I think it was over 500 pages; nowadays, Vogue is as thin as the range of expressions of a nepotism “model”. 2001 was also the last year Vogue had a nice mix of models and actresses on the covers, before Anna went overboard on her use of actresses for her covers the years after. (Funny that I now long for those trite actress covers of the mid/late 2000s after seeing who gets on Vogue these days.) I squealed with joy when I saw Linda Evangelista on that year’s September cover, but as much as I adore the hell out of Linda, hers was my second-favorite cover of 2001. Penelope’s still reigns that year.