In understanding what I meant to say.
I love Belle de Jour. She goes on the list of Badass Ladies I Admire along with Tina Fey, Jane Goodall and Alanna of Trebond*. Smart as a whip, unapologetic about her sexuality, published author, research scientist, gorgeous lady, talented writer. All things a Woman should aspire to.
I adore this photo of her, The Real Belle (L) and smashing actress Billie Piper (R), who plays her on the series Secret Diary of a Call Girl, which is an adaptation of the book Belle wrote from her blog from her life. . .you get the point.
Re: my Valentine Rant about stupid cliches, etc- I really loved the way Belle put it on this post in her series "A Guide for Men".
Excerpt (emphasis added):
So, an example: Recently my boyfriend T** was away for two weeks (work thing) and had been more or less an absent partner for the six weeks before that (also, work stuff). I knew he’d be away on Valentine’s, and it was no problem because some girl friends were coming to visit that weekend, and V-day was never so big a deal for me. I pretty well suspected it would go uncommented and we’d make it up when he got home a week later. That was me, playing the Good Girlfriend.
Know what came to my door the morning of the 14th? A huge spray of red roses and a bottle of champagne.
I’m not a red roses kind of girl. Champagne is not my tipple of choice. But fellas, I tell you this, I cried. In my dressing gown, in front of all my mates and our hangovers, I cried when I read the silly little card. He was playing the Good Boyfriend even hip-deep in goodness knows what in the middle of nowhere. He made an effort in a situation where no contact would have been perfectly understandable. That, friends, is what makes a Man.
She brought that meaning across in a way I missed a bit- it's not the actual chocolate, roses, champagne or whatever- it's the effort that went into sending you something or remembering when one or both of you are so busy eyeballs might explode. It's showing somebody that you care even when they're supposed to "know" it. That's what any person really wants. That's why I've always loved little random presents so much better than bringing me a half-dead bouquet from HEB because "that's what's expected of you".
I'd rather have a heartfelt penguin card.
Love from a Sarah
*This is a fictional character. If you get this reference, we are now BEST FRIENDS.
**Obviously her T, not my T. Her T stands for Toothbrush or something, for anonymity's sake. I am apparently just too lazy to type out Taylor's name. But I am pretty sure he uses a toothbrush on a regular basis too. I'm so proud.
I adore this photo of her, The Real Belle (L) and smashing actress Billie Piper (R), who plays her on the series Secret Diary of a Call Girl, which is an adaptation of the book Belle wrote from her blog from her life. . .you get the point.
Re: my Valentine Rant about stupid cliches, etc- I really loved the way Belle put it on this post in her series "A Guide for Men".
Excerpt (emphasis added):
So, an example: Recently my boyfriend T** was away for two weeks (work thing) and had been more or less an absent partner for the six weeks before that (also, work stuff). I knew he’d be away on Valentine’s, and it was no problem because some girl friends were coming to visit that weekend, and V-day was never so big a deal for me. I pretty well suspected it would go uncommented and we’d make it up when he got home a week later. That was me, playing the Good Girlfriend.
Know what came to my door the morning of the 14th? A huge spray of red roses and a bottle of champagne.
I’m not a red roses kind of girl. Champagne is not my tipple of choice. But fellas, I tell you this, I cried. In my dressing gown, in front of all my mates and our hangovers, I cried when I read the silly little card. He was playing the Good Boyfriend even hip-deep in goodness knows what in the middle of nowhere. He made an effort in a situation where no contact would have been perfectly understandable. That, friends, is what makes a Man.
She brought that meaning across in a way I missed a bit- it's not the actual chocolate, roses, champagne or whatever- it's the effort that went into sending you something or remembering when one or both of you are so busy eyeballs might explode. It's showing somebody that you care even when they're supposed to "know" it. That's what any person really wants. That's why I've always loved little random presents so much better than bringing me a half-dead bouquet from HEB because "that's what's expected of you".
I'd rather have a heartfelt penguin card.
Love from a Sarah
*This is a fictional character. If you get this reference, we are now BEST FRIENDS.
**Obviously her T, not my T. Her T stands for Toothbrush or something, for anonymity's sake. I am apparently just too lazy to type out Taylor's name. But I am pretty sure he uses a toothbrush on a regular basis too. I'm so proud.