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No Handbag Can Really Be That Lame, Though

I guess that's just an afterthought to my previous contention that "black handbags are lame." I mean, I myself have several and I do have to admit to the indispensable usefulness of the proverbial black handbag. It's totally inconsequential, this whole vein of thought. But I just wanted to say, for the record, give handbags of another color a chance, because then society is more inclined to accept them instead of peering oddly at a person who has it and automatically thinking that the person is trying to call attention to themself.

On to more serious, pertinent matters. I said goodbye to a good friend of mine today. She is moving to Colorado with her husband and adorable toddler, and we had a semi-tearful goodbye in the darkly lit parking lot of my apartment complex. We weren't crying or anything, but it was definitely sad, because she's one of the most amazing people I have had the privilege of knowing. It's one thing to just appreciate a very good person in your life -- one with excellent values, an enviable work ethic, even great genes. But it's another thing when this person is wickedly funny and self-admittedly a "diarrhea mouth" when she's good an' lickered up. When someone really sarcastic in your life leaves... Well, man, that'll just kill you.

In a mere month or so, I am leaving a bunch of good people behind. I haven't thought much about it because I'm only allowed right now to think about how much the Bar is ruining my life. But in a short time I will start lamenting the good people of my San Diego life that I am leaving for diabolical L.A. Oh, L.A., you attract me like a moth to a flame, you tease me with your dirty, traffic-lined streets and endless parade of commerce and activity. You're taking me away from America's Finest City and the finest bunch of friends I've come to own in my short little life.

I know there are worse things in life than complaining about moving to Los Angeles. Like the Bar exam.

posted by Lucy Sloan @ 10:26 PM 0 comments

Black Handbags Are Lame

I was having tea today with Miss Melanie and Miss Paige, and during a lull when some delicate little sandwiches were being gently laid onto my plate, it struck me that black handbags are lame. Handbags overall are the kind of marvelous fancy that tempt a girl's wildest imagination, her pocketbook, and the very thing that threatens to overturn the most carefully plotted of budgets. It's the kind of glorious accessory for which you can take all kinds of artistic license. Your chance to break the rules. And because of this, I encourage every girl out there to go and get the green one. Try the pink. Come on, get a red one just as Hermes envisioned for Grace Kelly. That's the thing that you can express your personality with. The thing that "pops."

So while I'm on the subject, may I just vent about how something "popping" seems to be the happening event of the season. "You want to get something like this, because it will really pop." "Why don't you wear white? That will make that scarf just pop." I've heard it on TV -- on countless makeover and design shows -- and I've heard it in real life, out of the mouths of my own friends. Who thought this shit up and who is the celeb that verbalized it for every damn magazine and fashionista to run away with? But it isn't just fashion, it's stuff like crazy rugs in living rooms and vibrant paint scrolls on neutral-colored walls. Please, everybody, let's stop making things "pop." I notice that words are in vogue as much as clothing trends and J.Lo/Lola's significant other(s) are, and let's bury "pop" away quickly. I am still trying to figure out when everything became "passive aggressive" or "bling bling."

posted by Lucy Sloan @ 10:30 PM 0 comments