EdgeofGloria

And really, nothing much happened. I attended a workshop which I hope might lead me to a new career path. After that, I had a snack and ran an errand. Came home and took some ridiculous pictures for an experiment which should be good for a few laughs. Then, I curled up in bed and re-read Everything about Me is Fake ... and I'm Perfect , took a shower, then took Daphne for a walk. The weather was perfect, and I caught myself smiling. Now, I'm going to cook dinner--quinoa with sweet onion in beef and broccoli stir fry sauce. It was a nice day--leisurely, educational, indulgent. And tonight's movie is The Notorious Bettie Page. Must be Badass Brunettes Day at Chez Diaz.

a couple nights ago. We were getting ready to leave some building when I hugged her and said "don't worry, you'll get another modeling contract." She didn't seem too concerned about it, but, she IS Janice Dickinson. When I had surgery in spring of 2013, I loaded up with library books. It was bliss to be able to spend weeks lying in bed reading. A couple of the books I got during that time was No Lifeguard on Duty: The Accidental Life of the World's First Supermodel , by Janice Dickinson. I felt like she and I could relate to a certain extent. At the time she was struggling to be a model in an industry full of blue-eyed blondes, I was in elementary school coveting the blonde locks of my schoolmates. One classmate in particular (I think this was in kindergarten) had hair long enough to sit on. It seemed like if I got a doll for a gift, it was invariably blonde with blue eyes. I learned from an early age that it seemed to be a blue-eyed blonde type of world, an...

I'm in the process of reading another of Janice Dickinson's books. This one is called Everything About Me Is Fake ... and I'm Perfect! It's a great read so far. But what's really holding my attention is what Janice is saying about men. Despite being married and divorced three times, she still goes out on dates, but comes forward and says that men are pigs. But, she also says not to to give up on them. She feels they should be treated like pets--if they screw up, put them in the doghouse, and not call them. I've been treated like shit by men, but Janice's father was a fucking pedophile. My dad was great to me, for the most part, but my brother sucked. Then, the boys at school made fun of me. I came across some old pictures of me, and I WAS a mess. I feel like I'm still in my awkward stage, for fuck's sake. But why did I allow guys to make ME feel inferior? Why? I'm accomplished (college degree, self-published a couple of books) nice, helpful, an...

I returned a couple of books to the library today. One of them was a GRE prep book for the math portion; the other one was Check Please! by Janice Dickinson. I have a soft spot for Janice, because she got into modeling when everyone and their grandmother in the industry was blonde. Janice, a brunette who has huge lips and who looked Asian, emerged from a horrible childhood to move to New York City with the mother of one of her high school classmates, and kept pounding the pavements until she made it. Janice played hard, worked hard and lived hard. For all the chemical abuse she put herself through, she didn't let it completely destroy her, and now in her late fifties, looks damn good. No Lifeguard on Duty is an excellent book, and you're rooting for Janice through her childhood and early modeling days and beyond. Check Please! is also a fun read. I agree with Janice's dating philosophy (don't fool around with married men, don't steal boyfriends, the guy should ...